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Wednesday February 7, 2001
"It
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surreal driving I start the day at the dentist getting my teeth cleaned. He wants to do some crowns and caps and reconstructions, too. To pay for his new high-tech equipment in his new office, perhaps? I spend a few hours in the Austin office, calling reps and reading about customers. I drop by the parents. Mom wants to look at things on her computer. Dad wants to show off his amaryllis. They give me a sandwich and Dad makes me some fresh coffee to drink on my drive. Because I'm on the north end of town, I drive to Houston on 290. Most of the hotels were booked full. The one I took is full of gray-haired people (well, mostly) at a Bridge tournament. I envy them. Spend the rest of the afternoon doing e-mail on a slow modem connection. Dinner with customers. Going out of town to work is lonely business. I don't like it. But there you are. |
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