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For the past few years, most days have seemed at least 36 hours long, with more blank-feeling time than I knew what to do with. In my new gung-ho “let’s do ALL the things” mode, I signed up for two KU classes and whatever daily system I had left is already shot to hell. That’s okay, it’s not yet obvious to the naked eye so we’ll survive, and I was getting pretty tired of all that perfection anyway. Oh, I laugh.
This afternoon will be the second of my three “Invitation to Poetry” classes, and it’s gratifying to realize how much I’m looking forward to it. Tomorrow morning will be more Kansas history, and maybe one day this week I’ll have the energy to clear a wider path in our big Everything closet. I’ve managed to create enough chaos in that space, I either need to finish it ASAP or just call “College Hunks Hauling Junk” and make a clean break.
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Moral support helps everybody, the more the better, and by reaching out you just might save a life.
Not every source of support proves to be this trustworthy… but never stop be-leafing.
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… even when bitterly disappointed by the discoveries you make along the way.
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However distracted we might be, we can’t afford to lose sight of what matters:
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Have an astounding and properly-astounded Monday!
Playing for Time 
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