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I just caught up a little in eljay. Simply - I'm smothered with work. I could talk for hours about this brief I'm writing (pity Veronica). I'm torn between shame it takes me so long, and pride in the good product I'm creating.

I have some thoughts about how my work ethic has changed and maturity - but I may or may not get it into print.

Instead I may shop for tile.

I'm still waiting for the part of life where I coast. I wonder if it'll happen, and if so, if I'll like it?