Nameless Narrators
Oh, it’s bitter outside this morning! Temps well below freezing, & the winds churning up snow devils that importune against my window, rather like the ghost of Catherine Earnshaw pleading with the nameless narrator of Wuthering Heights: Let me in! Let me in!
Not on your life, snowflakes!
I did a shitload of Remuneration yesterday. I was on the Remuneration Soul Train!
With the pleasing consequence that I don’t have to Remunerate today. I can spend the day thinking my own thoughts and actualize accordingly.
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My life right now is a flat line and likely to remain so until after the first of the coming year.
In itself, this is neither a good thing or a bad thing. It just is.
Of course, I can push it in either direction.
Not on your life, snowflakes!
I did a shitload of Remuneration yesterday. I was on the Remuneration Soul Train!
With the pleasing consequence that I don’t have to Remunerate today. I can spend the day thinking my own thoughts and actualize accordingly.
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My life right now is a flat line and likely to remain so until after the first of the coming year.
In itself, this is neither a good thing or a bad thing. It just is.
Of course, I can push it in either direction.