There are three emails I need to write. I'd like to get them done before we leave for Texas tomorrow.
Argh! Tomorrow we leave for Texas? I'm so screwed.
All three will take quiet time to compose. Yet suddenly I find myself with no quiet time at all. Well not none, but hardly any. And with the list of things I need to do before we leave there is no way to squeeze in any more.
I need a 48 hour day. Just one.
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Why yes, Jack. I'm familiar with Four Mile Fun and Arlandria. If you are going to live there again, however, I encourage you to become fluent in Spanish if you are not already. It'll come in handy.
As for Texas, that's Wendy's home state and her family is there. Sort of qualifies as being forced to visit. I am, however, looking forward to the trip.
And you are right about that hundred years. Makes it easier just to say "fuck it". Thanks for the clue.
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