And on the seventh day

On Sunday, I died. My body, unused to three days of heavy lifting and manual labor, revolted. What the heck, I think I earned a day of rest. I napped, hung out with the kids, and read. I haven’t had the chance to indulge in reading for fun in a while, so immersing myself in a book felt like a treat.

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