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What a surprise, I’m going to talk about chores and probably not actually do them again.

Those first weeks after finding that blue Rough Rider wrapper in the trash were the worst.  It’s understandable.  I’d spent years standing on the slippery rug on a hardwood floor that my marriage had become, afraid to take a step, lest I trip.  Instead of addressing the slickness of the rug beneath my feet, the…

What’s my workout? What’s my dinner? Where’s my poi?