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We've begun the process of moving Katherine back home from college by packing and transporting a few bins of her things every week. She comes with them and has dinner with us, most recently takeout from our favorite Chinese place.

The owner always gives us fortune cookies, and this time Kat and I got the same one (what are the odds of that?)

Reads: "Come back later . . . I am sleeping. (yes, cookies need their sleep,too)" Lazy fortune cookies. Made me chuckle.

I've been getting some very weird fortunes lately, too:

"Emptiness is the mother of all things." Yikes.

"Better is the enemy of good." Better being a bad thing?

"Golden investment opportunities are" Since this was cut off I'll never know.

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nightsmusic said…
Sounds like Yoda wrote them. ;)

I will never, ever move us again. I'll pack everything, but someone else will be doing the lifting and I shall pay them and pay for really good insurance. I lost a few things that were near and dear to me in this last move but alas, you can't sue your friends and they don't carry moving insurance anyway.
June 19, 2020 at 8:21 AM
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