Monday, Monday. Hollie’s last Monday as a teacher. I
could go to Brookings and get a new pair of walking shoes or not. I’m feeling
unsettled as if I’m forgetting something important. The calendar is blank so it’s
not an appointment. Maybe it’s the column for Senior News. The ideas are
circling over my head and maybe I need to give them a space to land. I’m
uncertain about a lot of things this morning. Change feels close.
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