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  Well, this is certainly one way to eat up LJ space. My personal page is backwards and a bit odd. This will help get that fixed. Work tonight went well and I had a overall good day. It was nice to see Sam again and it really helped me see things better.

 I'm looking forward to visiting some furs in Rochester on Sunday. It'll be a nice break and a chance to relax.

*hugs everyone*

Another day and I wonder if I'm closer to paradise?

  Well, Saturday morning and I'm about ready for work. Last night continued a series of dreams that I've been having since what might be called a visit from mom. (yup.... a ghost story) I was on my way home from work earlier in the week and I had an incredible moment of sadness as I though of mom and how much I missed her.

  About a half hour later I had settled in at the computer and was typing away when a music box that she used to play for me as I went to sleep suddenly turned on and played through it's song twice. As far as I know it wasn't wound nor does it have an on / off switch that might have slipped. Very odd but also a bit reassuring.

  From that night on I have been dreaming of the old house and the things that have changed since we moved. There's been a vague sense of having forgotten something or not having finished something. In my dreams I'm always back there moving the final things out. Well, I'll ponder it's significance a little longer.

  Beyond that, I guess things are acceptable. I find myself wondering where Jamie is going to end up. Overall, not my concern, except I still hate to just turf him out. *shakes head* It just can't continue though; too much drama, too much stress. We'll hold together for the few more days he's here. I think Josh is suffering most.

  It's time to head to work and I'll catch y'all later.

  *hugs for everyone* *hugs for RJ*

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 Hmmm... this has been kicking around in my head while I've been reading a book by Sean Stewart titled "Perfect Circle". It's really about how we live our lives; hoping for tomorrow or remembering all our yesterdays. Living in the moment is a rare thing. This isn't really a new idea but it does bear thinking on.

 The usual tendency of even the most normal person I would say is to live scattered over roughly a three to twelve week perion. Inhabiting the 'moment' somewhere within. We think 'loudly' and we act cautiously. Animals have this a bit easier. They remain focused on the immediate need. 'Living in the moment'. Not wondering what next year will bring or if they'll get laid next Friday. The future holds no power over them.

 *shrugs* Just an idle thought. We, as a species are tied inexorably to our 'stories'.... we can't survive without them. We tell ourselves stories when we can't borrow them from others... we imagine what could be and set out to make it what is.

 *more later folks*

 *hugs*