I noted that Norman didn’t really
contribute to my getting up at 830. I
made breakfast with the last of the food and kicked him out of the house
thinking that he would get lost but he didn’t because he was hungry. I went back to making coffee and eventually
found him. I gave him a treat.
This is series chronicles my life at regular intervals. This Memo series is meant to be a retrospective of
what I have written and experienced. In each of these posts I use my notes in
conjunction with memory, mementos and souvenirs to create a snap shot of my
life.
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