Didn't *I* Have a Good Day

Ego stroke, ego stroke. All who fed the addiction, thank you. This is how I keep turning out around one bit of writing a week. And, Happy Mabon! (says the "lapsed Catholic")

( philosophical postulations, brought on by the tediousness of work )

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Oh, and I found a broken key when I emptied the garbage can by the building's mailboxes. It's always filled with recyclable paper (junkmail), and then someone tosses a banana peel or a drippy coffee cup in. So I try to empty it, to get the paper recycled. (There was only one coffee cup today, at the bottom.) Anyway -- it looks like a padlock key. Broken keys are cool. So, a little reward for fighting entropy.