My room is a mess. All three of my bags are sitting on the floor, open, the floor is littered with things that have come out while I was looking for other things, my desk is covered with things I haven't had a chance to put away, and all other surfaces are similarly draped. At least my bathroom is orderly.
Yesterday was spent hearing what Mr. Bell's goals are for the coming year, taking down Christmas decorations, going out to dinner at Spaghetti Warehouse, and having a campfire at the park. Today after brunch a few of us helped Mrs. Bell with a project and tonight we are watching a movie on the wall. I'm hoping to get my room put together some before dinner and finish tomorrow afternoon. I must go. If I'm not my own taskmaster, the clock will be.
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Real gold fears no fire.
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Real gold fears no fire.
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