Enga mellom fjella

About those bridge players...

I guess they read what I printed out on red paper and put on their tables yesterday. And today? They haven't lynched me yet.

Me:

I'm on my second or third cup of coffee. Tomorrow I'll need to drink one in the morning and cut myself off. Can't afford any jitters before I present.

I have large print copies of poems ready to read from. I'm hoping to find a victim to read them to today... Joyce comes to mind...

It's sunny at the moment. Snow this morning. The temps are moderating. Beautiful day.

I'll eat my turkey sandwich and mashed potatoes, sit with friends, chill. Go over my presentation as I still have time to tweak it and do anything I've somehow missed.

Ah... the life of an artist. (I wasn't nearly this disciplined working in an office for years.)

In other snews... hope this blog gets to 50,000 views by Mid-Spring. Maybe I should write better blogs?

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