It seems like a typical weekend morning. Boy Sprout is at the table playing with the latest Lego set. Girl Sprout is dancing around the kitchen to Vivaldi's Winter from The Four Seasons. My spouse is sleeping in. I am downloading a backlog of photos.
Why do these trivial things matter?
It's not a weekend morning, it's a Monday morning. We are on holidays!
Cue Hallelujah Chorus...
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