Today I spent a couple of hours picking popcorn. Gus had to be with me. After a while he developed a look of, "Can we please go?" and he'd come scratch my leg.
I was picking popcorn exactly one week before I fly out. The weathter was beautiful. I had NPR playing on the radio. I can't think of anything I'd rather be doing. My parents were concerned that I was "wasting my time" picking corn in my last week. My thought, "Wasting my time? How could I possible spend it better?"
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