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Old refrigerator broke. New refrigerator arrived. Cop was shocked by price of refrigerators these days.

The Cop was in traffic accident. Broadsided. While in unmarked police car. Karen keeps giggling about what a drag it’d be to hit another car, only to have a uniformed cop emerge from said vehicle. (He wasn’t hurt in the crash, BTW.)

Work has been utterly crazy. So much so that The Poetess (who wanted to get in earlier to do her own practice) has been opening the door for me at 5:30 instead of 6. Yesterday I practiced until 7 AM, stepped outside the room to take a short conference call, then went back in to finish up.

Maxine is having health challenges. She’s an ancient dog! She’s hanging in. Has taken to being picky about food. I figured out how to tempt her, though. Two bacon snacks sandwiching a blob of peanut butter. I call it “The Elvis.”

I am reading Marcus Buckingham’s book, Find Your Strongest Life. I am NOT a self-help kind of reader, but I was very curious about this book. Apparently he suggests we ditch “balance” in our lives — trying to have everything and then balance it is more stressful than just figuring out what you really want/are good at and then focusing on that. That idea sounds SO appealing.

Working way too hard, but in the meantime, practice has just been glorious. It’s interesting, these times when life is so busy — I’m literally just moving from one project to the next (actually, that makes it sound more orderly than it is; I’m moving through 5 projects at a time in a vain attempt to get a million things done). Still, there is that 90 minutes in the morning when my mind slows down to one-thing-after-the-other, one-breath-at-a-time. Ahhhh, sustained moments of focus… Thank goodness for that.