It is 8:21 and Ray is already snoring beside me. We are in the final days of finishing work on a major estate, and we have been working our tushies to the bone. Factor in the terrible events earlier this week – our friend’s tragic death – and you might have the picture of just what a tough week this has been.
I am grateful we can go to bed early tonight. We both need the sleep.
Tomorrow, my friends.
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