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head over feets, six
Unfortunately, my inclination to stay active is frustrated routinely by the effects of mental clutter that has me fomo’ing a blur of professional and personal obligations. That’s to say, I’d go out for a run were I not feeling like I was waiting for the phone to ring or an email to arrive or nudging
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weekend wrap, thirteen
Oh, lucky. Here we are on another Monday morning perched in front of a keyboard as summer wanes. The Kid was lamenting that her first post-grade-school summer flew by in a blur of summer job and a smattering of friend gatherings which seemed as tho it cheated her a little. Get used to it, I
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book reviews: from the end of the world
I realize it has been over a month since I posted a review, but it has not been for lack of reading. Oddly enough my biggest struggle has been focussing on one book for long enough to cross the last page finish line. When I first bought my new ebook reader I had downloaded a
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pool blues
Fate has kicked me in the gut once again. At the risk of evoking a critical level of pity and having that backfire at me in the second paragraph of this essay, I’m going to mention a sad little easily-solved problem that unfortunately knocked me low again this week: they are closing the pool where
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head over feets, five
Early August has been a mixed bag for me. I’d like to blame the weather—hot as it has been—but there are other factors and life is just futzing along being adversarial to my side-goals. Either way, I managed to get out and do a bit of activity, like: I had this idea that now that