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July 13, 2009
The first time I hear my own voice today is when I'm chopping a Vidalia onion for my lunch salad. I realize, hey, how marvelous that I have the freedom to work at home in cargo pants and bare feet, that today I have no one to see and nowhere to go, and my private patio if I need this thing called "fresh air", and I have not only this onion but bright red peppers and peppadews and white mushrooms and raw pepitas and crisp spinach and freshly ground black pepper and all of a sudden, tra-la-la-la -- singing!