Yesterday, I dealt with messed up chi all the live long day. I was fine (omg thanks) but it was like everyone was crumbling around me. By last night, I really just wanted to insulate myself from the outside world. So as I prepared an overly hot bath (big suprise, I decided to read Cradle to Cradle--a book I brought back from Denver. Tucked inside was my Albert Einstein bookmark that I had given up for lost. I was sure that I had left it in a textbook that was sold back to the university. It was like finding an old friend. Silly, but true.
Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds.
I'm happy to have it back.
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