Just some quick thoughts in rapid succession on a Wednesday morning:
The heat and pollen have me sneezing quite expressively this morning. I suspect I am composing the Symphony of Allergy.
T-Minus 1 Day, Seven Hours, Forty-One Minutes to the start of vacation.
Whispering as a method of not attracting attention fails miserably. It only draws further attention to the conversation you don't want anyone to hear. Speak in a normal voice, than, most likely, your conversation will simply be lost in the background chatter.
I love the sun of summer, even if it is making me sneeze.
I often move through the course of a working day and think "okay, exactly how tough can this be"?
Did you ever notice that, ninety-nine percent of the time something goes wrong, it is usually due to something very simple, at the very base level, that went wrong?
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