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Tonight I can’t even put the music on. Just the candles sitting audience to writing tasks, yawning in the quiet. I admit the momentum is prolonged by a succession of tea-filled cups; with each one drunk I am more at ease than before. It comes late -- perhaps too late -- for me to be productive this weekend, but I am feeling now so relieved that I do not feel any regret over wasted time. Sunday night. Anticipation of a new week settling in with the darkness. I intended to work on a variety of little projects yesterday but I did nothing except lie in bed sleeping between reading. Toward the evening I remembered suddenly that I had to buy a gift for the bridal shower I helped organize for today. I completely forgot all about it in the flurry of preparation. So I had to go out. And then returned to silence I couldn’t ignore. I turned on the TV and let it play for the couch. I ate pizza and clicked away at the internet until I needed to sleep again. Today all day the bridal shower and travel to and from it. The other maid and I were happy at its success and at our planning prowess. An uncannily similar two designing and participating in wedding froufrou. We came up with a couple of games to play and prepared party favors between sips of wine on Friday night, the culmination of weeks of planning. It was a good time.

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