I wake up feeling oddly out of touch with my life and throughout the day I experience puzzling moments of vertigo. Twice I mentioned these feelings to JoAnna and both times she responds that I'm not drinking enough liquids. For most of the day, the sky is overcast. I hammer the posts around the backyard silver maple together and plant the Icelandic peonies along the garage side of the house. Later I read the first 100 pages of The Promised Land.
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