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Yeah, I know. Nothing for a month, then overwhelming drek. I found this while waiting for my cardamom cookies to cool enough to glaze; I just hope I can embed it on Dear Diary:

A co-worker walked up to me today and casually mentioned meetings that she’d attended where they’d discussed phasing out a program that represents a major part of my job. She assumed I knew about it. Of course, this was the first I’d heard of it. Anybody ever watch Deep Space Nine? Remember the game “Tongo”…

The vows were exchanged in the presence of family and friends, and I was privileged to be among the latter. I particularly liked the vows. “For richer or poorer, through sickness and health, for the rest of your lives” was stripped down to the barest of bones. Take a piece of writing, and start removing…

È La Stagione Di Baseball Sopra Tuttavia, Brewster? What language is this anyway? Spanish? Italian?

I find it impossible to ignore their silent passage this year. Much of my days is spent traversing back and forth on the pavement outside my office door. Each time I walk through the lot I try to remember to look up, and I’m seldom disappointed. Even if I forget to look because of distractions…

Still looking for a home.