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Friday, February 05, 2010

The Snow

Man o maneschewitz. Yesterday was a bad ass day. A few people were okay, but there were several horrid incidents of other people being rude. Then more people being rude. And then a bit later, even more rudeness, coupled with a tinge of aggression.
That old adage about how no one likes change? Never doubt its veracity.

I told Husbandman last night, "I'm going to move away and no one will know where I am. And when the compound calls and asks where I am, you won't know. You'll just tell them all that I moved away." Husbandman said, "You're not going anywhere. Give me 30 minutes in there with a baseball bat and we'll get this situation under control."
Today's a snow day, (Thank you GOD!) so maybe I can put this all behind me and go on to the next right thought, the next right action.

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