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It was never intentional.
I let myself get distracted by the quarter inch of dust over the stove’s exhaust, by the bare refrigerator, by the cat who wanted her mousey thrown again and again. Then there was lunch, and the cleaning up after lunch, and the laundry basket that never empties.
The rational part of me says that some days will be like this. That I shouldn’t expect to win every battle, much less a battle everyday. In order to fight and win, you have to endure some endless days of marching.
Besides, I have a cold.