Spring 2019

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This spring we got overwhelmed, as if we were casually splashing and bobbing in the ocean and an unsuspecting giant wave came up and took us under.

This spring I worked so much overtime and took on so much more at my jobs while my bosses/seniors had to step back.

This spring I lost my voice and turns out that was a virus that lasted like a month.

This spring Craig got sick again.

This spring I had to quit volunteering at New Leaf which I'm still not happy about but I needed the margin in my week.

This spring I watched the first three seasons of Queer Eye twice because it was just the right medicine.

This spring also came with flowers, which was nice, and a birthday hike and an Easter walk, a visit from friends, a completed/passed board review, a quick lead in to a very good summer.



















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