The kids and grandkids came up today for spaghetti dinner. I love it when they all come and hang out. It doesn't happen often enough.
“If we keep no diary [journal], the path crumbles away behind us as our feet leave it; and days gone by are but little more than a blank, broken by a few distorted shadows. Life is all confined within the limits of to-day….”
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