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Wednesday

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      he eyeballed the time could only have been better if the twenty were thirty Make sense woudja? Twenty? Thirty? The time’s ninetwentynine.    Ah yes, whaelse could you have meant, I wasn’t paying attention.  I’m a little slow on the uptake. The new year   It is a new year, isn’t it? It is  Indeed

he took off his reading glasses set Clan of the Cave Bear aside laid the glasses open on the book picked up his penthe paper clasped on the Bear-Of-A-Clip clipboard  and wrote

he wrote for the first time in the new decade

                                                One January Twentytwenty  1  1. 20  Wednesday

sometimes he was more present than he wanted

present  meaning different minds and senses

                                                  keen tookeen dull combativearrested observant then servant to nothing and no one a presence monocular bifocused creeping insectified senses like a cold deep pond an artesian well senses roiled a bowl of soup carried sloppily by a misfit a cripple  someone newlyblind

present 

         though dismayed by a limited field of vision if it were wideronly wider  his peripheral more acute

                                                                                                                 rather than being forced  his head on a swivel    restless

he supposed this morning January First Twentytwenty  was apt

                                                                         how he was feeling

remaining a work in progress

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