Slow. That’s what life has become: slow.
This week in particular has been slow; each minute of each day seems to drag on into eternity. Maybe it’s because I haven’t been very productive this week. Maybe it’s because I worked myself up into a right wicked migraine yesterday. The kids are sick of being at home. I’m sick of being at home.
Today I successfully digitized the musical from my senior year of high school. But of course, it recorded in separate clips, so I’ve had to merge them into a single file. It’s slow going. The file is an hour and forty-three minutes long, but I have a feeling it’s going to take that long, if not longer, to merge the clips. I’d been hoping to watch it tonight after supper, but at this rate, I don’t think it’ll happen.
At least I have Star Trek to keep me occupied in the meantime. How are you passing the time these days?
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Suddenly they all died. The end. 
Even without the extra writing and reading I’ve been doing, there’s a never ending list of chores around the house that’s … never ending. But at least I won’t have to mow the lawn tomorrow as I’d planned–in fact, I might have to shovel snow!
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Half the people on my Facebook friends list were posting pictures of snowy yards this morning, including some who only live an hour away. Meanwhile, my yard is just as green as it was yesterday. If I didn’t hate the snow so much, I’d feel a little gypped! 😄
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You can have ours! Snow was all over my FB feed, too.
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Lol! I’m good, thanks. Evidently all the snow in Iowa went south of us, and I’m okay with that. 😄😄
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