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Chikin & cayyoots. Kinda like chikin & waffles but with wild predators and no waffles?
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Happy mom's day.
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It's Sunday. I slept in until 5:30. No chicken today. But I picked up plenty of trash on one of the streets. Why is there always a diaper in the trash?
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I see your 4:20 and give you 2:30. Stupid movie problems.
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Brain circus in full 3 ring mode. Too much going on. Need break.
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Maybe you should spend a relaxing weekend listening to Reggae music?
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Thinking bout mi krew.

Hope it went well.
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Weird reverse jetlag problem. Usually, it's worse traveling easy. But now I'm suffering on the return. Plus I'm full from too much junk food. Plus, Piller brain haskicked back in, demanding I finish that project.
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woke up with a headache just now. Too much bushmills on a hot Saratoga day? Unlikely. Also got really itchy eyes. Cat itchy. Weird. Maybe I need too pee...
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Just woke to a phantom noise. Thought my kid called but I'm at my Mom's. 

So much to do, so little time...
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I'm at my mom's, too!

It's awful.
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? traffic moves when I try to post
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@osl. Twin peaks Med. It's foggy, windy and cold.
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Classic SF weather. Go find an ocean view and look for whales. No, wait -- it's dark. Never mind.
In the Tudor Period, Fencing Masters were classified in the Vagrancy Laws along with Actors, Gypsys, Vagabonds, Sturdy Rogues, and the owners of performing bears.
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Just packed my Prius for the Lady and sent her on her way.  A thirteen-hour drive to Pocatello, typically.  But there are reports of heavy traffic already as people and scientists jockey for position.  The Lady hopes to avoid a good chunk of it by traveling partially at night.

In half an hour I give Halvah an eyedrop.  There's two eyedrops in rotation, one every three hours, the other every four hours.  That really throws a curve at your day and night.  The surgery appears to have gone well.  But poor Halvah, it's already an ordeal for her to eat and drink with her squished-in face.  Wearing the cone, it's all but impossible.  I'm hand-feeding and hand-drinking her.  Two weeks of this.
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