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Day 248
Yoga and planks on the mat pre breakfast. A trio of brisk walks to break up the ghastly working day. Sleep derived and loathing this office work.
Last night the Christmas decorations were brought up from the cellar. A naked Christmas tree awaits them. I hung this painting on its traditional hallway hook and tried to remember when number one son painted it. He is expecting a baby of his own in April. The time flies. I go from young mum to young grandma. Still I run. I run faster at 52 than I did at 32. But then, at 32, I did not run.
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