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Broccoli cheese cod
That's what's on the menu in the cafeteria today. I opted for cottage cheese and vegetables.
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Net before jumping
I called Famous Bill today and asked him for "a number" so that I could resign my position at the hospital. He reigned me in like he was taming a wild horse, told me not to bolt over the fence until we talk Thursday.
Last night, I ate french toast with Bonhoeffer, who shared his book of Sacred Harp choral music and declared "you've been besieged by ( Read more... ) -
For the love of God
I just realized that "plugged into a different planet" is a mixed metaphor but not malapropos. Go me! I'm sitting at my conference table after moving plants to catch the sun, eating Oreos, and writing protracted emails to keep myself from crying for boredom. Report: This weekend I sat around a campfire with strangers, played volleyball, biked in ( Read more... ) -
There's a tiny jumping spider on my desk
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But can I remember to brush my teeth?
Thunder and lightning, and I can barely concentrate to bring words together. Soon I'll walk over to the roof of the parking garage and scurry home to meet Divine and K, who will both accompany me to see Lama talk about hope and fear in uncertain times. I'm excited, but not sure I can sit still for two hours and pay attention. Such is the nature of ( Read more... ) -
Awake and amazed
Things are good.
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Ghost town
It's Thursday and beautiful and Riverside F606 is full of tumbleweed. I'm feeling too expansive, like my particles are diffusing into the air around me.
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Aftermath
I got a 20-minute massage this morning to detoxify my poor little body. Now I'm full of happy endorphins, too fuzzy to concentrate on the proofreading I need done by tomorrow morning. Or the August issue of whatever. Or cleaning out my cubicle. Maybe I'll just water the plants and go to lunch.
Right now, P. is in a terrible meeting probably being ( Read more... ) -
"They would be irresponsible not to hire you."
So says the unsinkable Bee, two days from being whisked away to Bloomington to start her new manager position. But my interview was fraught with mediocrity; they asked strange, obvious and therefore unanswerable questions.
Once on a bus from Milwaukee to Minneapolis, the bus driver got on the intercom and said in this radio voice, "good afternoon, ( Read more... ) -
The Editor
I've got 45 minutes until my interview. As a distraction (for me), here's what I'm wearing: black Mary Jane shoes with the stitching coming apart in places, black stretchy socks, black wide-legged pants that flatter somebody with large thighs, black sleeveless nylon shell gathered in the front, union blue jacket with odd collar that turns up onto ( Read more... )