The other night I had a dream where I had been watching the Titans(?) play from the comfort of a suite. Except I never actually saw them play — my dream self was way too short to access the viewing window; I just know I saw the team file in and out of the locker room — and it became quickly apparent when a dozen strangers filed into the box that this was some sort…
Sunday I slept and slept and woke and read and slept and put a pot of coffee on and stretched out in bed and smelled the coffee from across the house and drank the coffee and talked on the phone. I met up with the ladies. Had a big fat salad with fried things on it, and water. Monday I got up early and visited Ashley and Luke and Lilly and brought late Christmas and…
If I have but one talent, it is running decent things into the ground until every drop of goodness have been squeezed out of them. It’s a talent and I’ve always had it and I don’t suspect I’ll ever really get tired of flexing it. If brobelfish.com doesn’t get up and running soon, I’m not sure what I’ll do with myself. I spent the day near windows, feeling the breeze and contemplating every molecule of…
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