Ten.Nine Hundred & Eighty-Three
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Finally Friday.
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So dark. I start the coffee, make more than I need. I hope he wakes up soon. He said he would get donuts.
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Quiet.
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We can’t agree on a song and so we ride in silence.
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I agree with him We do need a plan. But I can tell he’s freaking out which is making me freak out and I am already freaking out. What the hell, 2020? New job, lost job, pandemic, so much uncertainty. I tell him to go for a long bike ride.
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Whole body is so tense.
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“The Job. The Career. The Calling.” He says that one is not necessarily better than another. I know where I am on the continuum and I know I need a shift.
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Never again.
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Not the Marshall.
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I could be okay with it.