Some Days

You’re just stuck. Not in your usual happy place. And you just can’t get out of your head.

Yep.

Some days.

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Didn’t matter that it was a beautiful morning for a run. Cool and clear and crisp. (Well crisper than usual anyway, only 70-odd degrees.)

Didn’t matter that the birds were singing and there was no traffic to slow me down.

Same worries just circled around and around and around.

Phooey.

Try again tomorrow.

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