I’m Out There, Somewhere.

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After three months of getting to sleep in until 9 or 10am, I’m back on the barely-morning shift. Getting up before the clock hits 6 isn’t as bad as it sounds. Though I’m out early enough to see the drunks keel over into their vomit on the corner, I’m home again before the morning rush hour has even begun. It’s not all bad.

Last time I went this long without posting, a couple of folks from home expressed concern. They do this. That’s why I keep them at home. So, let it be known that I’m out there, somewhere, doing just dandy. No better or worse than usual, really. I just forgot to post any of the things that I wrote this month. It happens from time to time.


After three months of getting to sleep in until 9 or 10am, I’m back on the barely-morning shift. Getting up before the clock hits 6 isn’t as bad as it sounds. Though I’m out early enough to see the drunks keel over into their vomit on the corner, I’m home again before the morning rush hour has even begun. It’s not all bad.

Last time I went this long without posting, a couple of folks from home expressed concern. They do this. That’s why I keep them at home. So, let it be known that I’m out there, somewhere, doing just dandy. No better or worse than usual, really. I just forgot to post any of the things that I wrote this month. It happens from time to time.


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