White Box
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Candy Stripers I slept like the dead last night – the kind of deep, dreamless sleep that comes from sheer exhaustion. It was quasi – not fully – restorative. I’ve been burning too many candles at too many ends for one night’s sleep to put me back together again. But I do feel better today and perhaps I’ll enjoy another sound sleep tonight. I’m now on a plane to Seattle where I will spend the next week wandering back and forth between a bland hotel room and the convention center. Maybe I’ll have time to take in the Space Needle or take a ferry around the harbor. Mostly, I’ll be in meetings or at receptions and dinners. I don’t feel nearly prepared enough but I’m sure I’ll muddle through. I always do. My JetBlue TV is broken – the sound system emits a very high pitched squealing sound no matter what headphones I use – so Wrecking Ball , Bruce Springsteen’s latest, plays quietly as I write this. There is something bluesy about this vintage of Bruce and I’m loving i