(Title complements of STP)
This is my hill climbing song. [Like I said, Pavlov's Dog.] If I can make it to the end of the song, I will usually coast down with some Dave Matthew's until I catch my breath on the trainer.
I wish I could figure out the song to switch my life into coast for a while. I am dreading August in a fierce way. Between Mom's birthday and Zach going to school, I am out of sorts. I have a letter from Mom the August I went to school (1983) that we have passed back and forth. Why is this so hard?
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