A day is but a collection of occurrences. I wake up. I brush my teeth. I put on my socks. I look out the window. I make a pot of coffee. I put on my jumper. I look for something among my things and see that what these things are together is a pretty little collection. This represents that and that reminds me of this. Isn't it lovely. I make lunch. I listen to the radio. I spend a day away from work of any kind and spend time instead enjoying the small things that go unnoticed in the bustle of a normal day. Isn't it nice.
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