Here we go again, around the sun
and my guts are giving me grief.
Can I make it to the end
of the year? Or even
the end of the week?
Grin and bear it!
Mum’s motto.
She’s gone
now.
A nonet about the new year, shared with W3 #193

My mom was the same. Now people take sick leave for everything.
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