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This week has been a series of deadlines for Preventable Surprises, for quarterly performance reports, and for the NICRAS annal report. Monday night I was too tired to go to choir. I went swing dancing Tuesday night and Wednesday David and I had dinner at a restaurant where I had had an amazing meal a few months earlier. That item is no longer on the menu, I was told by the unfriendly waitress. I ordered a falafel burger and it was completely tasteless. I am immune to these disappointments because I anticipate them every time I get excited by something. Tomorrow’s my birthday and I’m already prepared for it to be a nonevent--which will be totally fine. This bracing trick must be part of growing up.
Here’s a photo of Crawfordsburn beach, where I hiked with a MeetUp group last Saturday.

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