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Saturday AM

While unemployed, time seemed to pass more gently. My return to work also brought a certain "return to franticness", which I do not enjoy as much. Of course, a significant piece to this is my return to classes. This semester I'm taking a digital art and design class, which focuses on Photoshop. As much as I don't need the time-suck, this is worth it. I've long wanted to get better, perhaps even become one of those Photoshop power geeks. Perhaps...

The additional fun, though of my son's "Super-Lion" status added to the demand. (His school mascot is "the Lions") However, the assembly was fun, and it pleases me that he best exemplifies "peace" amongst his classmates. That was followed by curriculum night, and most of that day was spoken for. Makes me quite glad I can work remotely.

Tagentally, I guess I'm one of odd iPhone users who hasn't raced over and downloded the mms update. It's nice, don't get me wrong, but I don't feel the mad need to have this. Later today, or even "this weekend" will be just fine. Now, give me spelll-check, and I'll be racing to my laptop.

With so many pieces jumbled together, this has been a bit zany. Yet, I adore it all. No complaints, at least when I can sit back and look at the whole. When you realize that all the pieces, random decisions, all build together to this one moment in life, and that each is dependant on the last, then it's clear that today's joy is built on this clunky foundation. That is the moment that I truly have no regrets. A moment like this one, right now.



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