Last night, I wrote a post for my blog, and then my Word program unexpectedly quit on me and I lost the whole thing. %*&^#@!
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o now you get the summarized, truncated version which goes like this. In the morning, I got to go out to breakfast with some great ladies from the dorm—Morgan, Nicole, and Bekah. We drove thirty minutes to go to IHOP, because I wanted a good variety of syrup. It was delightful.
And then in the afternoon, I got to enjoy more time on the rocking chairs and even had a little company. Angela came with me and Bekah joined a little later.
Mostly, we did our own thing, them reading and me practicing some more on my guitar. When the blisters got too painful, I had to put it down and decided to catch up some on one of my Granta issues—a literary magazine that looks more like a book. It’s British which means it’s incredible.
In the evening, I began educating Morgan on Bob Dylan and we watched the 1967 documentary, Dont Look Back. Always a beauty to watch. For a day in Wilmore, it was a good one.
Love the rocking chairs. Love the reading. Love Bob Dylan. Not, however, a big fan of Word.

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