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A final thought, in magnetic poetry: sun warmed black and white diamondeyes of grass and moonlightyou are the universe in one tiny measurehow is it none will take you home

I was in a rush, heading from my office to a side door in the main building that opened to a room full of work waiting for me to attend to. There’s been a lot of construction going on in this section of the building, and the workers had just today dumped a couple of…

I couldn’t help myself. I finished the book this afternoon after some marathon reading sessions. I just knew that if I waited until the week to finish that the inevitable spoilers would make their way through the security perimeters I’d set up. I now know who survives, who dies, who’s good, who’s bad, who’s heroic,…

It’s a slow, grey afternoon. The highlight so far has been the discovery that my neighbor’s car door opener sounds identical to the input pad on my microwave oven. I was sitting at my desk, staring at my 5748th game of Snood (no lie, I took that directly off of the Snood score page) and…

I’m back from the two-day conference with fifteen continuing education credits under my belt and a couple of decent job leads. It actually all went pretty well until we got ready to leave and my car (parked in the underground garage associated with the hotel where the event was held) wouldn’t start. By way of…