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  • I was amused with "me" after questioning myself as to who it was that left the one way footprints from the back of my yard to my kitchen steps. I was not aware of any visitors, who might have come while I was out walking Milo, and they certainly would not be coming from the back of the yard. Then as I looked to my left I saw footsteps heading elsewhere, recognizing them as my own, left there this morning when I made a trip to the compost pile with the last day's spent tea bags, veggie peelings, fruit cores and egg shells. I have a habit ,when traveling, to go one way and return another. I am conscious of it when I am driving, but didn't think of it as part of everyday life. But the snow revealed that it certainly is. It's a quirk that confuses some and frustrates others who like the predictable. Not to worry though, I'm not OCD, just giving roads less traveled equal use. As for me, knowing alternative routes, has literally, gotten me out of many a traffic jam. Guess I'm also making a "round trip" more literal.
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