Friday, January 16, 2004 |
A Journal from Austin, Texas. |
tangled WEB | food | reading | writing | time | exercise | health and mood |
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suddenly free When you've been doing scheduled things and, suddenly, there isn't much going on, it can be a shock or a pleasure.
I need to be here from 11 until after 1 to watch for workmen who probably won't come. Otherwise, my day is my own. There is a danger that such a day will fall into sloth. I don't feel like that happened, though. I got to the gym and had a reasonable workout. I was here to cover while FFP went to a meeting. I caught up the journal. (Yeah, I know, hardly an accomplishment.) I managed to look at a bunch of WEB sites in seeking accommodations in France. OK, maybe I didn't accomplish everything I should but I did stay busy! And the freedom from appointments and, let's face it, the almost complete freedom from workmen felt good. The only work that took place was the glass blocks (which see on the left) and measuring for the cultured marble vanity top. I know people need to work in order to finish. But it's sort of freeing when they don't work. |
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you begin to get the ida with the glass brick in
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JUST TYPING You can just
do it.
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lunch snacks none dinner 1/2 bottle of Penfold's
Shiraz Mouvedre
Today I
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Meta: I am back to, more or less, real time. Good thing because I forget
what food and exercise I did relatively fast. |
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FFP is up early to rescue the paper from the rain because it has an article his dad wrote and his picture in it. He is back from the club before I get up. I am home by 10:30. A guy is putting in the glass blocks. Somehow I liked the old kind that were mortared in the traditional way. I work on the journal, do some e-mail, make reservations for stuff we want to do. I fix a snack for lunch and a guy comes to measure for the vanity. I catch up the journal. I surf for Paris stuff and talk
to a friend about the trip. I am eager to go out when FFP wants to and we go in a rain and come back in a deluge to eat at 34th Street.
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Newspapers. Dear General:
Eisenhower's Wartime Letters to Marshall The Conquerers
by Michael Beschloss...in bed. |
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It's a Tangled |
One
year ago "But I don't really object to people trying to use chemicals to get themselves where they want to be. It's just that endorphins and other brain chemistry accidents seem to work better for me. And caffeine and alcohol, of course.".
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