Peace With The Morning Gods


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The early morning Gods and I have reached a peaceful pact. Up to this point from this point known as EMG enjoyed waking people up before the sun came up. Obstensibly to clean the house, I think more just to watch people walk around in a foggy daze doing unpredictable things.

Well, EMG and I chatted and I convinced him that it is QUITE possible to clean the house at night. Actually, much easier since you do not have little drones messing up everything you cleaned all day.

He gets his clean house. I get my sleep. Here I sit. One happy camper.



Apparently, for today, I can have my cake and eat it too.


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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.


I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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