Instead of working on my novel, I was reading blogs.
Instead of cooking dinner, I am blogging.
Instead of knitting, I will be working on my novel.
Anybody else having a day like that?
Also, a quick note to quietly mark the passing of one of our fish, Goldie, swimming happily now in that great big goldfish bowl in the sky. May the water be warm and oxygenated, and may you always have just the right amount of food to eat. Good-bye Goldie!
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Sorry to hear all the insteads and the departed goldfish.
As for my insteads: instead of being at home I am at work.
Instead of being warm, I am cold.
Instead of being cheerful, I am cranky.
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