This is what happens when you:
-Go to intense orientation
-Panic over details when you really aren't responsible for them, yet
-Have serious software-to-computer miscommunication
-Get fingerprinted
and
-break your new SIRIUS radio equipment.
Loyal Fans: I thank each and every one of you for your fond and kind wishes. I'm getting acclaimated to a very intense job, and may need a brief reprieve from blogging just to stay afloat. When people say 'work from home', I didn't really know they meant 'WORK from home', not 'get paid to Blog all day'. Hmm.
But don't worry! Things shall work out, in time, and I'll get the hang of this. Then, we can all be as one as before. Or something. Meanwhile, I look forward to visiting on the weekends or in spare moments of sanity. Or not. I miss each and every one of your blogs and can't STAND being away, but sometimes, those ol' priorities reach in and strangle you.
Thanks again. Keep swingin' by...
Name: Fritz
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We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, alwaysâ A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. -T.S. Eliot "Little Gidding"
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, alwaysâ A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. -T.S. Eliot "Little Gidding"