December 27th, 2002



The building is quiet and I am just sitting still for a moment. Even as lazy as I have been at work this week, I have gotten a lot of stuff done (and I have been pretty darn productive at home), and so I revel in the sitting and staring off into space.

It is Friday, and a wonderful day out. The sun is shining and the wind is light.

I like the sensation of having nothing to do (even if it isn't actually real).

Oh, if I make onion marmalade (I think I will have more than I can readily package for my father's Christmas present), does anyone want the rest?
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