Our Lives

I never thought of myself as overly nostalgic but now I think I am. Every afternoon I wander upstairs and sit my butt on the carpet to ferret out more memories. It’s telling that the bin sat in our office for the last three years without me digging into it until a few weeks ago.

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Chronometry Redux

The new year was gliding along, mostly smooth with a hint of ripples. And then a tsunami blew in as a reminder that we are not in control.

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