Category: work
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nuts
Today was bike to work week. I biked to work. I biked to work every day this week except Thursday, when I took the car to work only because I had to go to a medical appointment later in the day. I still didn’t get a t-shirt. So, nuts to you, bike to work week. Read.
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middle
It rained this afternoon. Not all afternoon, just for the fifteen minutes or so right in the middle of my thirty-minute bike ride home. Right. Square. In. The Middle. I thought I was going to miss the worst of it when I was about halfway home. I could plainly see the storm brewing way out… Read.
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return
The best thing about going to the Wisconsin Film Fest is taking a whole week off to do nothing but sit in darkened theaters watching films, then hanging out in restaurants between films to relax with a glass of wine and share what we liked most about the film, or try to figure out what… Read.
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like
Know where I am right now? I’m not at work! It’s the first day of the Wisconsin Film Festival, so My Darling B and I took today and the rest of the week off. I could have gone to work. I could have spent another day working for The Man before we went to the… Read.
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pots
Breakfast: A cup of coffee, and another cup of coffee. And I’m fine with that because I’ve been eating nonstop since last Friday. It’s time to stop. I’ve eaten so much food in the past three days that I’m pretty sure I won’t have to eat again until maybe next week. Oh, wait. My Darling… Read.
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bug
I snorfled up a great big bug on the bike ride home today. At least he felt really big. I guess any bug would feel really big when it’s jerking spasmodically, trying to get untangled from the hairs just inside the opening of your left nostril. Naturally it happened while I was crossing the street,… Read.
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coined
Sometimes during the commute to work we can drive for twenty minutes without saying more that three or four words to each other, and sometimes we can talk non-stop all the way. And sometimes, even though we talk a lot, it all comes down to one or two words. This morning was a two-word morning.… Read.
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deer
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heading home #3
On my emergency trip across the Atlantic during the Thanksgiving weekend I’d had to suffer two broken ATMs to make sure I had no money in my pocket, a lack of places to eat in O’Hare airport except for a tavern serving cold sandwiches, a seat with no floor space next to a guy who… Read.
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heading home #2
A transatlantic flight in coach class has to be one of the most miserable ways to travel even under the best of circumstances. I count myself as damn lucky when I can wangle a seat on the aisle so I can hang over the edge a little bit to get some breathing room, and the… Read.
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