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February 22nd 2011    Tim Candler

    A few toenail clippings need to be chased down.  I should rewash the dishes.  More important perhaps is to empty the vacuum cleaner.   And at midnight I'll know the temperature at the airport in Jefferson County.

    This time I do not believe I have killed anything, but I imagine the house smells of boy and cat food, so I'll open windows for fresh air.

     The Artist does not travel well.  It's the little things that take her to the brink.  God help me if she sat near a child with a dribbling nose and sneezes.  They'll search her of course, because they always do.  Guilty of something they reckon.

    She's going to need wine and vegetables.

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