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Telecommuting - sort of. Going to a meeting in the OC but missing the offramp while I daydream. Cruise neighborhoods I never knew existed, labyrinths without minotaurs. Get there late, but the speaker's just above me in the sign in - looks like perfect timing to me. Finish my coffee, still feel like snoozing. My brain travels to other places, chatting with other people who I wish were there. Box lunch and dodge a committee assignment. Nice ride home were fuzzy water rewards.
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I would believe only in a God that knows how to Dance.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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