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November 29, 2007
Standing on the train platform before 6:00 AM, the darkness not quite absolute, I realize that I have missed this quiet moment in my daily working schedule. A quiet moment when you can hear your own heartbeat, it is almost meditative. I spend the morning thinking about what returning to the train commute would mean, how the schedule would work with Geoffrey (much better!), how Id again be able to write, knit or read a few hours a day. And magically, another opportunity for me to pursue appears at noon, literally hand delivered.