Time just keeps on keepin' on. Laundry and West Wing and a phone call last night, plus got a package from my friend Eddie Bauer. Who doesn't love the internet? I mean seriously, I sit at my desk with a credit card and then 6 days later clothes arrive at my house. Magic. Having evenings filled with other productive pursuits has really cut into my recreational reading habit, so I'm hopeful that this weekend there will be time for a small book, perhaps a novella, or a collection of essays to busy my mind with something fun. Today I'm bitter about weather - I've realized this week that the single thing I miss the most in Florida is the chance to actually use covers. I mean a just a sheet? In November? That's real pain.

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