April 15, 2005
Not a bad life. I have a fire in the chimnea, the sun is slowly descending under the ridge line, and the shadow of the mountains is working its way up the opposite valley wall. I have a cold Sierra Nevada, and I'm still punching away at the work keyboard. I could ask for more, but why bother?
On another note: while sitting out on the deck continuing my diligent work, I just saw two squirrels chase each other down a redwood faster than they could fall. I wish I could do that...
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On another note: while sitting out on the deck continuing my diligent work, I just saw two squirrels chase each other down a redwood faster than they could fall. I wish I could do that...
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