Today

I returned to my work group.
Most of the time, it (the work)
Feels like play.
But, I had been gone.
Chasing fleas absorbed my hours.
Put my head down
Nose to the grindstone.
Dog feels better.
She appreciated my efforts
just, not the vacuum cleaner.
Living near the beach, rivers and
mountains does not prevent vacuum cleaner bags from flying loose in the machine.

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