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I don't have much concept of time
these days, but I do know this streak of light which comes in through the back window every evening.

If I've beaten the light, I know I'm eating dinner at a reasonable hour. If I'm eating when it's there, I know I've let the day slip by. I know it'll be dark by the time I clean up and I won't have as much time to rest.

 

I swear I'll do better tomorrow.

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I'm not, really.