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Jones and I are both in good moods.
The morning is quiet.
The humid days are the worst.
It’s around noon on a cool, beautiful day and the central foyer of the hospital is bustling.
The morning is all freezing rain.
The Polar Vortex has descended.
Our son Jones loves to dance.
Jones wakes up early from a nightmare.
I have recently been part of a mindfulness program.
