Here is the sweet card from my daughter, Priscilla, that I found on the couch I would crash on for most of the afternoon because I always, always, always learn the hard way that pushing myself too hard without the proper amounts of sleep or nutrients results in ridiculousness. It was a throat infection this time, preceded by two days of heachaches and exhaustion. When will it finally sink in that set limits represent wisdom, not weakness?
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