Last day of work at Easton Bell. So far, just one crying Jig and just one hour to go. I might make it.
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I decided that I would start a new mental exercise. It's called "What would Lisa eat?" I decide, if Lisa were a meat-eating Celiac, what food she'd allow herself before I order/cook/dine. So far I have had 1 cup of cocoa... she would think this was OK since they've turned my office into an ice cave.... 1 cup of rice and ground meat (really, it's Boudin stuffing) and for lunch, a salad with ginger dressing and 1 rainbow roll at Blue Fish. We'll see if this mantra works better than "What Would Jesus Do?" worked for Ted Haggard, the founder of the 14,000 member Megachurch in Colorado Springs who was caught buying drugs and favors from a male prostitute.
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I slept so much better in the hospital with Faith than I did at my house last night... amazing, really. But I was re-planning Texas Interhash - again. I've planned it so many times, I'm starting to plan for the disasters and defend us in advance.
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While I was in the hospital with Faith I made her laugh so hard she slapped her belly - right on her 8-inch incision. That's not what I was going for, honest!
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Chaco the wonder dog has broken the rearview mirror and disconnected it from the ceiling of my car. He also chewed the handle on my travel bag. I cabled him to the outside of my truck. Now someone upstairs has complained to building management. I just hope that I can get through the next 49 minutes and not have to deal with Aminal Control.
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I could use a pair of very sharp scissors.
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And another cup of hot cocoa.