I think I need a vacation. Today was like every other Monday, and it began with crawling out of bed, drinking coffee, and finishing up all I had started the week before to be emailed to The Express for publication. On Mondays, I pick up the mail for the paper and take it to the office in Superior. While in the office, I pick up the paychecks for Cheryl and me, go to the bank, the grocery store, and take care of other various errands.
Driving back into town today, instead of turning to Cheryl’s to drop off her check, I drove back home. Once I pulled up to my house, I realized I still had her ch...
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