Guest blogger: Dena
It was one of those frustrating times when I desperately need to nap but I am too over-stimulated from human contact to sleep. This condition tends to make me feel surly and uncommunicative, and it was in this condition that I headed downstairs to somehow cope with a full house of people.
Up the stairs came MissSeven, fresh from woodworking class. We looked each other in the eye and she opened her arms wide to hug me. I bent down, and swooped her up in my drapey black sweater, feeling suddenly renewed spiritually if not physically. What a surprise, from someone I suspect will continue to be full of them there thangs.
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