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1:02 p.m. - October 14, 2002 Yeah, sounds like a line to me, too. I requested that she not inform me of the pre-sales for a while (she laughed, then agreed) and to handle all the speaker requests/conferences (she readily agreed, seeing dollar signs). So again, it's simply me, the computer, my notes, and my work instead of the restless public, the requests for speaking in UtahNewYorkMissouriTexas, and conduct workshops in places I wouldn't normally want to visit (Minnesota in January, Idaho, Oklahoma), the emails asking "How do I..." and "What do you think about..." and I can relax in my pseudo-anonymity a bit longer. I'm relieved. ::::::::::::::::::::::::: This guy is good. ::::::::::::::::::::::::: For lunch I'm eating white rice with green peas and the chicken breast I envisioned didn't materialize because there was no one to cook it. ::::::::::::::::::::::::: You know, things are looking up. Some. A little. OK, back to work. ::::::::::::::::::::::::: Bathsheba, thanks for the email. It is no secret that I'm remiss in writing epistles of my own, but do know I treasure you and the emails you send. I just don't say it; I'll try to show it more.
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