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Oct.17.2012
Discombobulated. It's one of my favorite words, a fun word to say and descriptive.
It's how I feel today.
I missed a six AM meeting. My alarm didn't go off. Aparently it's not enough to set it, you must also enable it so it makes a noise at the desired time.
Investigators were...
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Oct.14.2012
In the good old not-so-long-ago days of ten or fifteen years ago when people asked how my work week was faring they were talking about my nine to five. Nowadays we are equally apt to be discussing my work in the spiritual world. As much as I enjoy working in finance in my paid...
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Oct.10.2012
The writing day is upon me! Time to write like crazy.
Work treadmill is going well. Still training my co-worker, who is a friend, who suffered a loss last weekend. He's having a hard time of it. I wonder how much of it is isolation, the lack of the social work net? Is there anyone...
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Oct.04.2012
I've been thinking about the differences about the sorts of writing that I do.
Really, you reply. You've been thinking? How unusual. You never think. And now you're going to post about it? Wow, are you on drugs?
To which I answer, smart ass.
Anyway, I've been thinking. I tend to post several...
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Oct.01.2012
It's been another of those treadmills at work. Are people pulling my leg, not paying attention, or are they really that, ah, challenged by intelligent thinking?
First, why do we say, "Pulling my leg?" Where the hell does that come from?
To the Google! Naturally it's not clearly...
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Sep.28.2012
The Writing Day was delayed today. As I was working and busy, she who must not be daunted stole - she stole - my computer bag for her computer. Thus, I couldn't load up and walk down to The Beanery.
The irritation was heightened because I've suggested she should have such a bag....
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Sep.19.2012
Six AM and a call has begun. I'm standing at my desk, listening to the speaker, staring at the computer screen and its presentation. It's dark outside. Cold air seeps in from the window, refreshing on my skin. I have one small desk light lit, creating a glowing, intimate circle.
My wife is up now....
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Sep.18.2012
5:45 AM Tuesday
Darkness. Daylight is becoming more elusive. Summer's official end looms on the calendar.
Email has been read and answered.
The first meeting begins in fifteen minutes. It will be meetings for three hours, then two hours of work, followed by two hours of meetings....
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Sep.14.2012
“As honest as a glass eye.” My father said this about a certain politician when I was a kid. I’m pretty sure he’d say it today, too. He had strong opinions about everything, especially politics.
Each week, he sat at our oilcloth-covered kitchen table with a shoebox in which he...
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Sep.11.2012
I prepared for the work day. Reviewing meetings and activities, I thought of "The Tell-Tale Heart".
I love Edgar Allen Poe's tale of murder, guilt and madness, and that beating heart that he imagines he hears that forces him to confess his crime.
Do I have a crime to confess? No, but I hear a...
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