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It's a great day outside and I'm in a very forward-thinking mood today. Also, very focused. Focus, yes, like laser beam. There are a lot of things to accomplish in the next few years.

Actually starting to look forward to the upcoming changes, although it's going to be like a Rubick's cube sorting this all through. Josie had a few suggestions for places to go, all of which I hate...

* Buns had suggested a place in this town. She has connections. Wrong! I need a change of scenery.
* Josie had suggested a friend who has an apartment in Cumberland. Except this friend is a guy who she's been rather huggly snuggly with. He asked her to give him a blow job last night. Ummm, sorry. NEXT!
* Chuck, the owner of Mill River, has apartments fairly inexpensive in Central Falls. Chuck is a slum lord. NEXT!!!

Still leaning towards a place near the Providence area. Barrington would be nice, too, but expensive. Or Boston, if I wanted to change jobs. Wherever I go, the place must have a nice bath, and good plumbing. Very important. And I'd probably buy another computer, because my laptop drives me crazy.

Bright sunny day! Going out with the boy to have some fun.

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Watching Astaire and Rogers in "Shall We Dance" tonight...mmm, verily nice...Josie is asleep in the other room, not feeling well at all.

Coco/Koko spent most of the day hiding under the bed. She did come out of her seclusion around nine. We're all very concerned, but I think she'll be okay.

I think it's a symptom of the turmoil we are currently going through, but I have been so forgetful lately. For example, I've had to request a new ATM card twice in the past two months, because I've misplaced mine. Almost happened again tonight. I went to deposit a check and forgot to take the card out of the machine after I was done. I didn't realize it until after supper. Then, all I could think of was another 7-10 days without a card. Horrors!

Happily, when I returned to the ATM after supper, I learned that the customer service desk in the supermarket had heard the ATM beeping and had rescued my card before it had been swallowed whole. Yeah!

Of course, at that point, I had to wrestle the customer service attendant to the ground in order to reclaim my beloved card.

"I've got your stinking card," the attendant hissed, his left eye squinting as he glared at me. "It's the property of the supermarket now, mister."

Deftly, I bounded across the counter and hit him with a quick jab to the jaw. "Take that, you bounder!" I cried.

He had been dealt a blow, but was not incapacitated. "Take this, you stinking consumer," he cried out and lunged forward to place me in a headlock.

Ah, but he was no match for me. Using the skills I had been taught by the ancient Chinese sensei Sadao Yoshioka, I removed myself from his grip, grabbed a hold of his left leg, and with a groan lifted him up. Losing balance, he fell backwards and plummeted into a case of stewed tomatoes. I grabbed the ATM card from the counter, hopped back over to the other side, and left him there.

Stewing in his own juices, of course.

My work there was done.