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Sunday, October 20, 2002 I've been working away on something I want to get done by the end of the month, a writing project. Something life has become increasingly centered around during the last couple of weeks. Today I woke up, lay in bed doing edits for a couple of hours, got up, went right to the computer, got to work. Next thing I know it's 3 p.m. It's been a while since I've been that focused on work. It's good, but strange -- life has narrowed way down. The hours rip by, next thing I know it's evening. The weather here has vacillated back and forth between gray, cold days/nights of rain and brilliant spells of October sunlight, the sky a deep, intense blue. The days draw to a close earlier and earlier, the sun comes up consistently later. With the cooler weather and more moisture, several kinds of mushrooms have sprung up around the house, including a herd of tan ones that begin near the northeast corner of the house and fan out down the hill. The perfumes of the warm season have died out, the air smells and feels different, washed clean by rain, heavier from moisture and leaves gone to the earth. Nothing stands still. The weeks roll on, everything passes. It's a good idea to appreciate the hell out of the days we make our way through, the people who populate our lives. Know what I mean? More tomorrow. Be well. rws 10:50 PM [+]
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