Day In, Day Out

I think Ron nicely captured the mood imparted on many days.

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My Retirement

bliss bliss bliss bliss biss bliss bliss bliss
bliss bliss bliss bliss biss bliss bliss bliss 
bliss bliss bliss bliss biss bliss bliss bliss
bliss bliss bliss bliss biss bliss bliss bliss
bliss bliss bliss–chore—bliss bliss bliss
bliss bliss bliss bliss biss bliss bliss bliss 
bliss bliss bliss bliss biss bliss bliss bliss
bliss bliss bliss bliss biss bliss bliss . . . .

Though, to be honest, some days it’s more like:

chore chore chore chore chore chore chore chore
chore chore chore chore chore chore chore chore
chore chore chore chore chore chore chore chore
chore chore chore chore chore chore chore chore 
chore chore chore  — bliss —   chore  chore chore 
chore chore chore chore chore chore chore chore 
chore chore chore chore chore chore chore chore
chore chore chore chore chore chore chore .  .  .  .

(I’m aiming for…

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