The remnents of Frances are giving me fits. Mom called 20 minutes ago because of a Tornado WARNING. We're under a watch until later this afternoon, and it's supposed to get worse before it gets better.
I'm hanging in there. Debating on the merits of going to work.
**How can you care?** 'Because I choose to.' **You make it sound so simple.** 'That's because it is simple. Hard sometimes, but simple.'
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