Day 267 — Cynthia

For the postman — when he saw me striding down the street towards the postbox to mail my ballot (special local election), he offered to take it for me because the mail had already been collected.

For finally doing something about my untidy living room, which though noticed for a week or more, I didn’t care to do anything about it until today.

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