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Each day feels new, and my memory of the one before is faint. I’m learning to adapt.

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#1110546 added March 13, 2026 at 8:35am
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Just not ready!
I’ll admit it, yep, I’m whiny this morning. *Rolleyes*

It’s that time of year when the yard is making demands. The grass (weeds) is growing, branches are scattered around, and the mower is sitting there like it knows its moment has arrived. Mowing, trimming, and general cleanup season has officially begun.

The problem is it feels like it showed up early this year.

Maybe spring really did come sooner, or maybe I’m just not ready! *Rant* Either way, the yard doesn’t seem interested in waiting for me.

So I suppose the work begins.
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