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End Of The Season.

So, it's the last day of summer. And it feels like it. Been really cold the last few days. Need blankets on the bed. Whiskey suits better than gin and tonics. And then today, it's warm and lovely...

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And that somehow makes sense. It's been a hell of a season. One long series of off-balance hops and sucker-punch recoveries. Lots of plans out the window, and spur-of-the-moment improv in their place. As of today I'm employed again, after starting off May with two jobs, having none by mid-August... After a month of selling off records to make ends meet, pounding the city streets to hand in resumes and interview for different places, and having to battle my not-inconsiderable pride and learn to gracefully accept friends offering to help me out. Nothing much has gone as expected, and it's taken me a lot of time to accept my lack of control, remember how to stop trying so goddamn hard, and just trust.

So now, the heat lifts and things start falling into place. I start a new job tomorrow. Whatever happens next, I'm looking forward to it. Welcome to autumn.


-PAR

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