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Rush and Neglect

As hoped for I was able to write a letter on Thanksgiving Day. (Sigh) If only everyday could be a holiday but such is not to be. If it were there would be nothing special about days set apart for celebration or remembrance so it is just as well that holidays are the exception not the rule. It is good that most days are characterized by a string of mundane and predictable events such as the ring of the five A.M. alarm and the morning commute.   Were every day a holiday there would be little to look forward to. It is good that each day is filled with (hopefully) a balance of industry and rest. But I get off topic. This morning I noticed that Thanksgiving’s letter lay neglected on my desk. I had gotten as far as putting it in an addressed envelope but there it lay, already buried. To borrow a phrase from a pen pal, My desk has reached critical mass. Finding it I decided that putting it in the morning’s  mail was more important than taking time for a wax seal. Surely conversation ranks h…

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