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Today: this. Woke up to the gorgeous sound of hearing rain hammer down on my roof. The house is L-shaped, so the sound kind of wanders. Lying in bed, I could follow it through the TV room, hear it louder in the sunroom, because the roof is all glass, then follow from there into the great room with its high ceilings. The room echoes because the floor is marble tile, and the rain sounded like a drumbeat.
I got up and padded into the great room (actually, limped is more honest; had a procedure done on ball of foot yesterday, but let’s stick with padded) where I can see the beautiful storm through three sets of French doors leading to the outside.
Is this really my life? Did I really do this for myself?
Yes, yes, I did. It took me a long time to get here, but here I am. And I feel really, really Here.
