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may God stand
Today was..quiet. My hands are kind of stinky from handling a dozen different blends and decanting one of them into the bottle it will travel in. I should really fill it to the brim, the better to travel but at the moment I cannot be arsed to find the jojoba oil.

To gripe further--my favorite supplier is out of the oils I use most and I will have to wait. And I am broke. This is highly annoying, as I hate waiting for anything.

I miss Teunc, but with my work schedule the way it is, I'm working most evenings, and cannot just tell the bratlings "Hold up, gotta rush over and caht."

And there are times when I just feel..lost, in the Yahoogroup. Well, wait and see. No sense running away from a patient that can and should still live. Especially not one I love this much.

In reading, I'm still waiding through a book by Martin Booth called "Dragon Triad". Which is, appropriately enough, about the triads. While it's fascinating stuff, especially in it's history, and it's ties to the Koumintang, I have the urge to shake Mr. Booth and tell him that he has to learn to stop editorializing. He can't allow what he believes to become the gospel. All he can do is present the evidence, and then let the reader decide. I want to read more, by other authors, and examine more evidence before I actually form an opinion. Having someone simply give me *their* opinion irritates the crap outta me.

Lots of work. Lots of ..marking time, really. I don't know why it is that I long for free time, but when I have it, I have no idea what to do with it?

I need to write more often. More copiously. There really is only one way to move beyond this feeling of emptiness.
  • teunc msises you!

    well, i do. glad to read an entry from you now and then.
    if the yahoogroup is intimidating, just ignore the posts
    from everyone else and flood it with your own. works for me!
    but RL takes precedence, i agree about that.
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