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jawnbcThe air has a decided chill to it these mornings. Being in a bigger place, with hardwood floors rather than carpet, no doubt exacerbates things. And after a glorious, colourful autumn, the flat grey sock-in of a Vancouver winter has taken hold.
My hands are still blistered and are peeling as well. Washing them, making a first, even typing, all hurt.
I have banking to do, and lots of work. But this restlessness might instead lead me across the road to finish up the old place. We shall see.
In my estimation my time on this earth is 99% filled with awe and wonder. Today is not of that time.
My hands are still blistered and are peeling as well. Washing them, making a first, even typing, all hurt.
I have banking to do, and lots of work. But this restlessness might instead lead me across the road to finish up the old place. We shall see.
In my estimation my time on this earth is 99% filled with awe and wonder. Today is not of that time.
