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Work today was fairly productive, though my mind has been distracted by war issues and a story plotline that's been bubbling in my brain the past three days. During the work day, I was phoned by friends, family and my mortgage company. Friends and family are fine. (That's kind of a cool, alliterative sentence, by the way. the first letter of each word was either an F or an A. The patter of F A F A F means nothing intelligible in our language, but it is symmetrical.)
Woops! I digressed. Back to my tale of the mundane and mild. My mortgage company called. I close on my refinance on February 24th. I may even be able to lock into a lower rate on Monday morning. Furthermore, I'm 86-ing the PMI! This pleases me.
After work, I hit the gym for a good character building sweat session. A sweassion, if you will.
Now my cat is going nuts. First, I must gut my cat and string my racquet. Then I'll resume writing.
Woops! I digressed. Back to my tale of the mundane and mild. My mortgage company called. I close on my refinance on February 24th. I may even be able to lock into a lower rate on Monday morning. Furthermore, I'm 86-ing the PMI! This pleases me.
After work, I hit the gym for a good character building sweat session. A sweassion, if you will.
Now my cat is going nuts. First, I must gut my cat and string my racquet. Then I'll resume writing.
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He's too cute to gut.
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My dad used to threaten to string me up in the closet by my toes. He's such a riot.
At least, I think he was kidding. He never did it. :-D
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