I’ve been wading my way through an enormous, heavy tome, proofreading. I’ve experienced a few frustrations from the process, and my husband brought me flowers from the local farmers’ market to brighten up my editing space.
It worked. 
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June 16, 2008 at 3:26 pm
mrschili
Don’t you love “just because” flowers?
June 16, 2008 at 3:37 pm
wordlily
Yep. So nice.