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Sunday, July 25, 2004

One thing I never thought I'd be doing in my life is applying for a liquor license. That's how I spent about half my Sunday, though. I had to fill out a pile of forms for the partnership that's been formed for the Kennel, and since I'm one of the partners, I had to do a personal affidavit. It's one of those swear-and-attest deals, where you have to tell the state whether or not you've ever been convicted to selling booze to minors or anything like that.

Not only have I not been convicted, I've never even been accused. I have at times in my distant past had a 17-year-old buy beer for me, when I was in my thirties and looked younger than he did. But that was only because we were working together and he could get away just before closing time and I couldn't. If there's any kind of statute of limitations, I can't be prosecuted. I'm not sure I even did anything wrong. If anybody was being led astray, it was me.

Obviously, the Kennel isn't really a kennel. I don't think there's a form for kennels to fill out if they want to sell alcohol. And I don't really want to be a booze merchant, but those kinds of decisions about how the Kennel is going to be run are beyond my control. I have no voting interest, because I'm not putting in any money. All I get is a small share of the profit, so if liquor makes money, suddenly I'm all for it.

I hadn't been planning to do much work today, but it turns out I could fill out these forms while watching the ballgame and the auto race. It's a good thing I can do three things at once, or I'd never get anything done at all. That's mostly because I don't try very hard at least half the time. Deadlines, you know. If something's due tomorrow, I'll probably get it done today. If it's due next week, leave me alone.

18 July 2004

Clouds above the point.

I have no problem with working on Sunday, as long as it doesn't feel like Monday while I'm doing it. It's a good day to concentrate on one task and stay with it. I'd get a lot more work done if every day was Sunday. It just feels different, even though I'm working at home every other day, too. Maybe I can pretend tomorrow is Sunday again. Let's see how long that lasts.

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