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Friday Fill Ins:

1. ______I was finishing up my morning walk at_______ 6:58.

2. It was the reason, of course, _____that was so unreasonable____.
3. ___(I so want to put blogging here but - here I am)____is something I no longer feel the need to do.
4. I have another errand to run, then _______back to work______.
5. ______Time________...just go find it
6. What were once vices _____now seem silly___.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to _____, tomorrow my plans include _____ and Sunday, I want to _____!

From Friday Fill-ins - because TGIF, even if I don't take the weekend off.

1. _Cross-footing_ feels great.

2. The solution is _buried in arcane language.

3. ___I wish I could__ fall asleep.
4. How about _a week without a crisis or a deadline.
5. _Reading a book is something I highly recommend!
6. Imagine _if everyone did that_. ("that" being undefined. You know what "that" is).
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to __Miss Marple___, tomorrow my plans include __knitting _ and Sunday, I want to  _sit in the backyard and admire the garden.___!

What I Know For Sure by Bob Hickok

Some people, told of witness trees,
pause in chopping a carrot or loosening a lug nut and ask, 
witness to what? So while salad 
is made, or getting from A to B 
is repaired, these people 
listen to the story 
of the Burnside Bridge sycamore, 
alive at Antietam, bloodiest day 
of the war, or the Appomattox Court House 
honey locust, just coming to leaf 
as Lee surrendered, and say, at the end, 
Cool. Then the chopping 
continues with its two sounds, 
the slight snap to the separation 
of carrot from carrot, the harder crack 
of knife against cutting board, 
or the sigh, also slight, of a lug nut 
as it's tightened against a wheel. In time, 
these people put their hands 
under water and say, not so much to you 
but to the window in front of the sink, 
Think of all the things 
trees have seen.
Then it's time 
for dinner, or to leave, and a month passes, 
or a year, before two fawns 
cross in front of the car, or the man 
you've just given a dollar to 
lifts his shirt to the start 
of the 23rd psalm tattooed 
to his chest, "The Lord is my shepherd, 
I shall not want," when some people 
say, I feel like one of those trees, 
you know?
And you do know. 
You make a good salad, change 
a wicked tire, you're one of those people, 
watching, listening, a witness 
to whatever this is, 
for as long as it is 
amazing, isn't it, that I could call you 
right now and say, They still 
can't talk to dolphins 
but are closer,
as I still 
can't say everything I want to 
but am closer, for trying, to God, 
if you must, to spirit, if you will, 
to what's never easy for people 
like us: life, breath, the sheer volume 
of wonder.

found at N-Judah blog