The Hard Days

Most days I run so fast through the day that I don’t have a lot of time to think. That’s not true – I’m thinking all day long. But it’s busy thinking, not thoughtful thinking. It’s making a to-do list in my head, crossing things off, getting things done, running from one meeting to the next. I don’t often have time to dwell, and frankly I’ve never really been one to do much of it anyway. I’m more of an onwards and upwards type.
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Vacation

We have been on vacation for almost a week, just Quentin and I, in Morocco. Stellan has been in Paris with his grandparents, living the good life that one lives with grandparents in Paris. (Wine, cheese, oh la la.) We came to Morocco for a wedding. To officiate a wedding, more specifically, enabling us to cross off our bucket list something we hadn’t even realized was on it.
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