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contours provocations
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There were thunderstorms all last night. An hour of calm would be followed by an hour of wind and thunder. It even appeared to bother the cats since everybody decided to sleep with daddy. I puddle jumped to work this morning, and shortly after I arrived, the sky turned the color of black ink. Someone later told me the tornado sirens went on at the same time. One of the oddities of being in a windowless basement office is that your are oblivious to anything short of a direct thermonuclear explosion or a large fetilizer bomb. The afternoon was calmer only an occasional brief shower. (I wish someone would change the official spelling of occasional to include two c's and two s's for that is the way I spell it everytime.) However, there may be more stormy weather this night. Between the thunderstorms, the cats and a very loud argument next door, I did not sleep well. So today I drifted from task to task like a zombie. I was strictly on automatic today. The world was not only wet but very flat like a two-dimensional universe with only length and width but no height. PAX!
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