And it wasn't even 10 o'clock in the morning.
Eventually, I made it through my day; left the hospital and drove home; put the garbage cans away so the Caveman wouldn't have to do it when he got home from the gym I figured I owed him that much for snotting all over his shoulder during my cry-fest earlier and I looked down at my freesias blooming .
And this is what I saw. Nature at its finest. A metaphor for life *sighing with a twinkle in my eye.
And then the wind blew and the butterfly fluttered out of the flower. Dead.
Well, there is always tomorrow. Amirite.
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