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December 9 2010

I’m reminded each morning when I wake up in the thousand count extravagance that something is different. I look up, and something is different.We used to have high, high sloping ceilings, make of wooden planks. Arranged like stripes. I used to count them when I woke up, the stripes. I would count from one end to the other. When I reached the other side, I knew it was time to get up.Now, the ceilings are still high, but are white. Just plain white.How do I know when to get up?*double chin*

I’m reminded each morning when I wake up in the thousand count extravagance that something is different. I look up, and something is different.

We used to have high, high sloping ceilings, make of wooden planks. Arranged like stripes. I used to count them when I woke up, the stripes. I would count from one end to the other. When I reached the other side, I knew it was time to get up.

Now, the ceilings are still high, but are white. Just plain white.

How do I know when to get up?

*double chin*