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The shelter of our home has become a trap. The distractions we have passed the time by are nothing but annoyances and irritations. The productive labours we have undertaken are now become chores that provide no satisfaction or sense of accomplishment.
No point in getting out the tools to begin the spring yard work. No point in getting out the summer toys.
Stuck in a seemingly perpetual limbo of grey and damp while summer just beyond the horizon, walks away without the slightest glance or turn of the head to give encouragement.
Time to get the hell out of here for a while.
Tuesday now and the sun came out to play.