The sun shines. Sam and I clean the house. He cleans the windows. I clean the stove. The sun shone. I play my favourite Nancy Wilson album, Naturally. Sam is never happier than when he is cleaning, actually, he is never happier than when he has me cleaning too. (It’s a character flaw) The stove shines after I am done. I am surprised by how good it looks.
We eat Thai food in Smith Street with the bulldogs. I have Lemongrass Beef. Lemongrass is sublime.
Sam has Rad Na.
The sky is a perfect sky blue tile overhead.
The sun is bright. The light is crisp.
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