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Monday night I did twenty minutes of walking on the treadmill. Wednesday and Friday I get to do it again. 20 minutes, 3x per week, so that eventually I will be in some semblance of reasonable condition.
I am so abysmally out of shape it's not even remotely amusing. This must change.
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Work on AV has stalled again. I'm stuck; what I need is to write denouement for the second part of the story so I can get going on the third part--but it's being stubborn, and although I keep chipping away at it, it's not going very well. We do what we can, though.
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No big 9/11 retrospective here. That doesn't mean I've forgotten; it just means that there are other things I'm more worried about right now.
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Chores Wednesday. Whee!
