Keep your shoulder to the wheel, your eye on the ball, your ear to the ground, your nose to the grindstone. Now try to work in that position.
Monday, January 02, 2006
Trees blowing in the wind before the rain.
It rained on the Rose Parade, flowers flowing off the floats, "I'm melting! I'm melting!". Rain got here 09:15. Flash flood watches all over. What a strange day.
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