Just three things

Yesterday I had plans in my head that I was going to check items of my list.  Today, however, I woke up and I knew that yesterday was a different day.  Today, I brokered a deal with myself of just three things.
1) just get up
2) brush your teeth
3) go outside and walk Duncan one time around the park.

It's nearly 5pm and I just brushed my teeth.  I'm still in my Pjs, but I'll take it.  Duncan and I will make it around the park with me in my slippers, pj bottoms, and a sweatshirt. 

-M

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