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Monday, February 17, 2003

The phone rings this morning at 8:01 am. Naturally, it's the Boss.

"I guess this is some kind of holiday?" Apparently the people he's been trying to reach already knew it was a holiday.

"Yeah. Presidents' Day."

"Does it seem like a holiday to you?"


Not any more, anyway.

The little girl who sold me my movie ticket yesterday coughed on her hand before she gave it to me. I'm going to blame her if this weakness and dizziness I felt in my head and stomach all morning should turn into something really unpleasant. I might throw in the shallow breathing and inability to concentrate, too. She must really love her job to come in in that condition.

Part of my physical problem is due to sheer nervousness over the car situation. I don't think I'm going to have to fight with the dealer over the coolant leak, but I won't be sure until tomorrow when I make the call. That has kept me from relaxing all day.

The best thing I did for myself today was work. I was hoping for an uninterrupted session with my spreadsheets, but that didn't work out. The phone kept ringing all day, usually something like, "I don't want you to have to deal with this now, but here's something to think about." Grrr.

Somehow, by tipping over a chair or pounding a desk after each call, I managed to make some good progress today. It was almost as if the phone weren't interrupting me all day long, just because I'd made up my mind to keep at it no matter what. I don't know how that works.

clouds over the oaks

Clouds over the oaks.

"This is the last call of the day." It's a little after 5:00 pm.

"Good. I'm a little tired, and I don't really know why."

"Well, I've been calling you all day long."

"Oh, no. It couldn't be that."

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I get to fill up the 6-CD changer in the Saturn again tomorrow. Here's what's going in: Pretenders, Garth Brooks, Sade, Restless Heart, Annie Lennox, Clint Black. Get the picture? Female pop singers alternating with male country singers. It just worked out that way.

Recent recommendations can always be found on the links page.

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"My favorite moment in the special gold medal ceremony tonight was when Anton leaned down and started singing the Russian anthem loudly in Elena's ear. It totally cracked her up, but she kept singing away."

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But all hands fold
As the two-year-old says grace.
She says help the starving children to get well
But let my brother's hamster burn in hell.