Trepidation

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trepidation: word of the day. Common anxiety or a portent of future possibilities?
Work = sluggish = worry

I have glasses now. Who would have seen that coming? Literally.

I've gotten hooked on Westworld. Mixed memories.

You're oldest is just like you. Beyond his years, stubborn, vulnerable. Scares the shit out of me.

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