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Dear. Mr. Groban

on November 25, 2009 - 6:45am

Dear Mr. Groban,
It was ever so sweet of you to waken me this morning with a melodic voice in my ear. Did I mention that I had the day off and wanted to sleep in. No?

Ah, well, it was a lovely gesture, and such a haunting little tune. Yes, I do remember when it rained. In fact, it's raining right now.

I pad across the carpet in bare feet, steaming mug of dark hot chocolate cupped in hand. As I gaze out the water-spattered window onto the gray horizon and dark-water of the lake, I ask myself.....wait, is that turtle dead? He's been in the same position for the last two days. Aw, that's so sad. A moment of silence for the dead turtle on the edge of the lake.

Where was I? OH yes, I was asking myself: Could I ever possibly tire of hearing Allejate? Most certainly it is impossible.

Before I conquer the errands of the day, I will take a moment to sink into the pillows of the sofa and reflect while the comforting Solo Por Ti flows around me.

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What's REALLY going on.....

on November 24, 2009 - 8:13am

(I'm writing about work. It's very dry stuff that follows. Only read this if you need a nap.)
We're nearing the end of the year. This is supposed to be my slow time at work and my fun time at home. I have outings and trips and loads of time off.

But things have changed. So while I still have outings and trips and things going on, I am burdened with a load of work. (Please don't read that as a complaint. It's not. I like to be busy...and am grateful for employment.)

So, what's new? For starters, I took on a database that never sleeps. Global means it's always running. Ya know that saying "It's five o'clock somewhere". Yeah, true. It's also 10 AM somewhere. Curses. People always work. The work doesn't go away just because I do. It piles up for me until I get back.

In addition to that, one of my colleagues has resigned. And her work is being distributed. I am on the receiving end of a big chunk of that work.

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Immense devastation:

on November 23, 2009 - 8:52am

In the cover of darkness, house burgled.
Kitchen trashed. Not a clean dish in sight.
May have stolen counter tops. Search underway.

Also possibility that desk has been thieved. Digging through piles of papers, assorted office supplies, chocolate wrappers, water bottle caps.

False alarm. Have been informed that this is the way I left my living quarters last evening. Must employ housekeeper STAT.

Holy kanoli, it's thanksgiving week???? When did that happen? Somebody call up my grocer and order my turkey. I can't find the phone.

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On love affairs

on November 22, 2009 - 2:30pm

Just made a quick trip out at twilight, and it's raining.
It's this lovely little soft rain, and I totally love it....reflecting in the lights of the darkening evening.
All these people running about with umbrellas and trying to stay dry....and me, sloshing through puddles, taking my time to stroll to the car and back again.

But there is one thing I love more than rain, and that's the wind. It's MAD love, I tell you. We'll start a torrid affair that can only end with mussed hair and regret. Unquestionably, I will end up heartbroken. I can tell already.

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