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10/11/2004: "Flesh, and Its Demands"

I knew I was coming down with a cold yesterday, and probably the day before. I made no allowances for the demands of the flesh, going off to the URWA Fair and spending a couple of hours there causing cognitive dissonance in the people who weren't expecting to see me. Then back to the church for the spaghetti dinner, where I ran into some of the same people, not so unexpectdely. Now, today, I have a cold. I am exploding and producing cataracts and my mind is about four feet to the right of my head, muttering stuff I can barely hear. What? "Plotinus had a shoe shine?" What does that mean? And in search of something to write about, I rediscover an old journal called Rummage Roundup. I'll have to think about that.