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Stardate: 20210311.0111
Location: The Lab
Input Device: daimos (Asus X200CA)
Audio: Equpiment fan, ticking Dali clock
Visual: vim in terminal, large terminal clock in separate window.
Emotional: Tired, anxious, mortal.
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My son turned 17 recently. The event has me thinking about where I
was at 17. I was not in a good place. I should have been dead.
People have told me that in the past and they did not know my past.
For whatever reason, I am still here, living on borrowed time. Maybe
it is so he and his sister can be here.
Since I was 17, I am occassionally reminded of the events and
circumstances that had happened and how fortunate I am to still be
here walking this earth. Each day since 17 has been precious, even
when it totally sux0rz. I cannot lose sight of that. It's a good
day to be alive!
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