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This week flew by. I still can't believe it's Friday night. The end of the week. I am thoroughly wiped out, nuthin' left in the tank as M is so fond of saying. Therefore, it is time to fall asleep. And by fall asleep I mean pass out before my head even hits the pillow. I shall dream of soaring architecture that takes my breath away, of windows not delivered due to rain, of lights in the showroom we visit tomorrow...I shall dream of moving into my own home, and of knowing peace there...