The bumper sticker in front of me read, My Other Car is Crippling Anxiety. I involuntarily blew moisture out of nose and mouth. I started listening to Shirley MacLain walk the Camino on my phone. Her historical romance novel dreams with incredibly detailed and coherent plot lines kind of lost me somewhere. Who am I to judge, with my paucity of dreams? Tomorrow, things should become clearer. There will be choices to make. Maybe there's a solution other than the simple one of one over the other that could work out well for me. That last part of that last sentence should be a consideration.
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