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[Jul. 30th, 2013|07:33 pm]
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Once the long eight hour slog of meetings was over i retired to the deck, still poking at work tasks while taking some time to read the news and journal entries. I could look over and see my ripening tomatoes, an unfamiliar variety, with orange, elongated, almost heart shaped fruit. They glowed, and i glowed back.
And then, there is the squirrel, tomato in mouth, bounding along the rial RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.
My shouts had no effect.
This is not the first time i've been witness to the theft of a just ripe enough tomato by a squirrel.
Having some heartache about the management error today. Must do my best which also means not avoiding the impact but carrying it as gracefully as i can, so as not to cascade the difficulty around the team.
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