The vet about my old retriever said,
“That nose will work as long as beats her heart.”
I think of that, as I view tasks ahead
of me, and make a list, and set apart
my leisure while they’re done. Until I’m dead
I think I’ll have some errands left to start.
I needn’t see them as a stress or strife,
but rather they’re my daily sign of life.

(Ottava Rima)

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