I worked Saturday and half of Sunday. So it was understandable that Monday contained in it no attribute of work; neither the bitterness of having to leave a time of rest nor the exhilaration of getting one's feet into action.
I feel like butter spread over too much bread. Thin. I may not be in the best shape to make any major decisions, though one has come up.
Vinh, whom I had the pleasure of knowing while in Arizona, emailed me to tell me that his company could be hiring an interaction designer and asked if I was interested.
Mountain View, California. My blood flows at twice its speed. What I'd do for a mountain view.
But I need to pray. I need to pray both in my trudging and my sprinting.

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