The siren call of the comfort zone won. I walked by my chair several times in an effort to overcome the attraction and then succumbed. Ah, the fuzzy lap robe and two dogs provided shelter from a cold rainy day outside and a pile of house errands inside. Housework waits. The massage therapist said the stomach holds emotions. I have been stuffing food into mine. I want to move past that. I want to own my emotions.
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