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 One of those all-day dad jobs – tended Gnat from sunup to the end of her day. I floated through the day, really; didn’t linger on the news, get myself het up about anything. It was warm; we played baseball outside in shorts. In March. Whatever I said about this state I take back.
Now it’s eleven o’clock PM; my wife is back from the concert, and I have to get to work on the book. All I have today are five photos. (The last one is worth it, I think.) Tomorrow? We’ll see. Monday – well, beware the headless hula dancer. That’s all I can say for now.
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