Tuesday mornings, I go up to the church to help with the preschoolers. I love mornings, because the world is made new overnight, a lot of the stress from yesterday just lifted off while you were sleeping, and it seems as though there are uncovered secrets that much of the world misses in the morning.
Admittedly, I find the first and last of that list much more true around seven a.m. than ten, but the lateness of the morning didn't stop the twenty-one turkeys that crossed the road in front of me on the way there.
Yes, of course I counted. Stopped traffic in both directions, they did. :)
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