Nothing deep or sensational happened today. I worked. I ran errands. I boiled water for 3 hours trying to get the humidity in my house to rise above losing my voice in the mornings. I've just felt really run down for the past few days and can't for my life figure out why. Sleep sounds delicious right now. It was a completely normal day.
But even though today wasn't really special in any way, every day could be like today and I'd be happy as a clam. Sometimes, even joy and happiness fall into a rhythm. For now, this is mine. And I love it. Even adventurers get down time. Right?
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