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I admit to being tired lately. I’ll sit and read rather than create. I’ll stand at the bottom of one of our ladder like flights of stairs and stare at them rather than climb them. I’m uninspired.

So even tho my mind is a blank, I’ve taken to keeping my camera with me all the time. I admit I often forget I have it. I force myself to take it out and use it even if it is in a store. No beautiful landscapes for me. I confess to being fascinated by the repetitions of today’s society. Rows of cans on a shelf are really delightful things. Dolls heads amuse me especially in multiples. Perhaps even the overt ugliness of this teapot is inspiring.

This poor thing is so bad that even Bobbie, in her search for the ugly Christmas Gift, won’t buy it. If I got it, who would I give it to?

• Himself: Roasted nuts didn’t work yesterday. He was really angry about it. Dinner was fine. He was a bit disappointed in the cleaning job on my engine, but I can touch it up to perfection.
• Herself: Had a good day. Grumpy’s engine is just fine. Got presents wrapped. Book read, pot roast perfection, pictures posted, and hid from G’s anger. I wish the doc had scheduled the next tests sooner.
• Reading: Francis’s “Shattered.”
• Gratitudes: My camera. My imagiination. G’s resiliance.