I can feel myself slowing down as the end of the year approaches. I feel like a ball running out of steam, making its last few rotations before coming full stop.
I have one last trip coming up before December waves goodbye. There are bits of tape and scraps of wrapping paper stuck to my socks. I forgot to change before I started baking for the neighbors, and there's puffs of flour all over my dress shirt. This is it. We are here. I am exhausted. Read more of this post
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