Some weeks, peace isn’t found in grand adventures or endless productivity. It’s found in the quiet. A cup of coffee that doesn’t go cold. Smoke curling from a half-forgotten cigarette. And, maybe most importantly, silence from the noise people bring with them. My ideal week? One free of shitbirds. The kind who drain energy, stir chaos, or show up with nothing but drama in their pockets. Give me stillness. Give me focus. Give me the kind of week where I remember what it feels like to breathe without interruption.
Memoirs of Madness 
Love a nice quiet walk in the woods with the dog, which sadly doesn’t happen now as the woods are a half mile drive away.
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very nice
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Hear hear!!
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Thanks, Nancy
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Most welcome, Mangus.
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Yes I agree. I think we all agree with you
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thank you
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Well said. Best thoughts are in the quiet moments and just observing what is or even isn’t happening around you.
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thank you
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