Displaced worker, part II

This is my desk. To access my phone charger, iPod, camera, files, hand cream and other necessities, I have to engage in unspeakable gyrations for a woman of my age.

I'm using the dislocation as an excuse for neglecting to bring my yarn to Guild, forgetting to pass on messages and other sundry lapses. I feel like a cat in a car.

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April 17. 2010 14:57


Dislocation is a much better excuse than, say, forgetfulness.  Smile

John |

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