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The Demon Who Balances It All with Gratitude
Update: Lunch with Ladas and ChicaLadas at the ubiquitous chain restaurant. Chicken and a salad for $10.49. Yawn. But a lot of interesting and funny conversation with the couple who are Max and Sublingua in a parallel universe I think. How can you not love that? A long call with x, who is meeting us at 6:00. Sophistica in transit, calling to ask if I knew the name of the artist who illustrates Hunter S. Thompson's books. (Ralph Steadman, of course.) The entry about evolution and Wonder Boy, placed in the private folder, but still not satiating my sense of confusion. When this day is finished, I'm going to go home, make a cup of tea, take a long bath, read the rest of my book and start on another. I love these days. I love them and feel in them as though there isn't enough time for me. Be grateful, Sublingua. Be grateful for your beautiful and intelligent and accepting friends. Be grateful for busy time and quiet time. Be grateful for what has been lost and for what has been gained. Be grateful, Sublingua. Be grateful for the time that you have and for what you have learned. Be grateful.
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