Dear Fate,
I really wanted to be successful today. Since I've showered, eaten and have a load of laundry going, I guess I could call it good. But I had plans for a little more.
The problem is that you gave me a sick 2-year-old who kept me up all night and keeps saying "Up, please." It's not even 9 AM!
I may accomplish a bit more before I attempt another night of sleep, but just in case I don't I wanted you to know why.
Sincerely,
Arlyn aka Nurse-slave
P.S. Thank you for the beautiful sunny morning.
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