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Several nights ago DinoVino and I had to dig into the chest freezer to retrieve a pork roast from the deep depths. While we were there, I pulled out a large bag of blueberries because I wanted to split it and put a small bag of berries into the fridge freezer for easier access. I set the large bag onto the stool beside the freezer and we continue with our rearranging.
An hour later I went to bed to read. An hour after that I turned off the light to go to sleep. My mind goes through a lot of winding down as I drift toward sleep—what will we eat the next day? What appointments do I have? What will I wear? Do I have to wash my hair in the morning? You know: winding down. I was almost all the way down when I pictured the bag of blueberries on the stool. I tried to take the picture on beyond to the business of pouring some of the berries into another bag and then putting the two bags into their respective freezers. But I couldn't get beyond the memory of the blueberries on the stool—of course, with good reason.
I leapt out of bed and roused DinoVino from whatever noir film he was watching. Together we found the bag of berries on the stool, only partially thawed, and dealt with them as we had planned. I went back to bed, fully awake now, and had to find a soporific book to read for fifteen minutes before I could calm down enough to drift again toward sleep.
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