Living up to a past potential

Wisdom from the rabbit: "If you don't know what it is, it will probably kill you."

Wisdom from the dog: "If you don't know what it is, it's either dinner or it's invading your territory."

Courtesy of the Hippo's mouth, somewhat indirect. Ironically, the Hippo is about as far from a hippo as is humanly possible.

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A bit o' music. Newsboys, riel kewl stuf (IMHO). You know it's the 40th anniversary of Woodstock? No, I don't intend to link to something from that :)

Wherever we go

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You just might be working hard if the heat from the day is having little effect compared to your own body heat. And the sweat dripping from your forehead? It can hardly distract from the imperatives of getting the job done. And even that poorly hidden desire to have had more to drink and eat that morning can do little to change the way you work.

You might have your second wind if the throbbing headache or the pains of an empty stomach die down and turn into roars of "BRING IT ON!!". Then again, that might be the barbecue that you know tasted much better going down, and would be poorly advised to come back up on your hard work. Not that it happens, of course, because you really have a second wind, and the most lethargic that you can possibly be is as much as walking around in circles for no particular reason.

Then you might be tired... if that throbbing headache returns, if you are both light headed and heavy handed at the same time, if you start having thoughts of when the day will be over, and most importantly, if you start trying to define 'tired' and come up with potential posts on a blog.

I had a long, but good day :)
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What is it with sunsets? Especially in strange places, where the novelty is striking. The sun setting behind a mountain range, shadows being cast over the strangest of objects, darkness where there won't be any for another 12 hours. That last one is quite possibly a motivator for interest. There's a sense of finality in shadows extending to places, in lack of direct sunlight for the end of a day. And then it starts all over again the next day! How's that for regularity?

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I would write some sort of update upon current situations, but time draws short. I may be back later. Until then, stay tuned...

God bless!
-Petr

(What, you mean this is going on the internet? Where people will read it??)