I have found that each day comes, and each days goes, and what is left behind is like the scraps of paper you find in the pockets of your jeans before you do the laundry. You pull these scraps, notes, receipts, etc., out of your pocket and you look at them and let the memories briefly pass through your mind. Then you decide if it is something to keep or discard and continue on with washing yesterdays dirt out of tomorrow's jeans.
That's right, Father Time is a befuddled old man standing in the Laundromat rummaging through his pockets looking for loose change.
Have a great day today .. and start that pattern over tomorrow
Have a great day today .. and start that pattern over tomorrow
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