Cedar Writes

Tag: nothing much

  • 12 Minutes

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      I’m tired. I wish there were another way to start the week than this feeling of weary heaviness. Forward… onward… one foot in front of the other slog through it all to the end, where you can do it all over again. Weekends are the two days where life happens, and if you happen…

  • Slowly we rise

    Slowly we rise

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        Part of my morning routine during the weekday involves making sure the teen boy in the house is fully conscious. He’s quite good at playing possum, so I’ve gotten equally good at being annoying and persistent. The exchange sometimes sounds like this:  knock, knock knock.  From within: moans knock, knock, knock “I’m up.” …

  • Aftermath

    Aftermath

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    I sort of appreciate that my body waits until after the work is done to pitch a fit. I mean, I’d rather it didn’t, but there it is, and it could be worse. The weekend was great, I was able to be a good worker and an asset. I got to see some folks at…