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Calling for an erratorium I was in a nice, let's-all-hug mood this morning, thinking I could bring some peace to a place where two groups find it easier to talk about each other than to each other. So I wrote this rambling think-out-loud thing, and went off to the next break-out session. Now I come back to check my email and find I'm getting royally roasted. By my friends. From both sides. Well, fuck. Okay. Here's where I was wrong:
There's more, but I'm out of time. Proof that blogging is a hard habit to break I didn't have time, but I just took some anyway and wrote this. Hope it makes sense. I don't have time to proofread it. But I think it matters, so there ya go. All work and some play makes Doc a full boy We got in around 11 last night. Creepy smell of brush fires in the air. This morning the highway we came in on is closed, somewhere. Not sure. The luggage finally came a few minutes ago.So I'm off to the conference. Joyce and Jeffrey are off to fun here at Disney World (hopefully not to BrushFireLand). Wish us fun.
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