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Thursday, June 16, 2016

my job

This morning we were peace vigiling when someone yelled out of his truck, "Get a fuckin' job!"  It had been a while since someone yelled at me from a moving vehicle.  It felt like a bloggable moment.

I wonder what his job is.  My job is trying to make good circumstances for world peace.  He must have some other job.

This morning I meditated for 20 minutes then sang holy songs.  It was fun.  It was good to get those done early.

R fixed our stove.  The front right burner was behaving strangely, but Ming says it's better now.  I hung laundry.  R thanked me for my letter.  I laughed.


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