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8 Days: Sunday

After starting a load of laundry, I forced myself to sit still with my journal for 30 minutes, because all I really want to do is carry on packing.

Nikki spent all day here yesterday helping me sort and organize.  We were exhausted by 8 o 'clock.  And there is still so much more to do.

Yet inexplicably, today feels like a Sunday.

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