Day 1915: Fun

You can have fun anywhere– that’s what I keep realizing.

 

It’s 8 :  33 AM on day 1825 of my journey towards independence and day 11 of our India trip 2015 prayed, read 1 Corinthians 7, learned one new thing – Acrid [ac·rid] adj. Having an irritatingly strong and unpleasant taste or smell. Angry and bitter. “An acrid odor filled the room.” – and had breakfast

 

Yesterday we went nowhere and yet I still had the best time just me and a book it was pure bliss.

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