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I came home from work and was a little grumpy. Tired. Foggy.

 

Maybe it was the loss of sleep last night.

I tried not to worry about that parent.

The one who screams and yells and verbally abuses.

 

The man had supper cooking on the stove.

That should have cheered me up. And it did. A little.

 

The man didn't grouch back at me. I would have deserved it if he had.

 

I went outside with my camera. The dog rolled in the grass and looked so happy.

 

So, I rolled in the grass, too. And it made me happy.

Done