So there you have it. The devastating house fire Robert Lochaven had eluded to. He is not a fraud after all. Between the burning house of dreams and the coffee mug resumes, I must take him at his word.
Today, I deployed my hand jazzings judiciously and with conviction. Methodical. Deliberate. No dance step out of place.
All this while exhaling, as every action, in turn, has an equal and opposite reaction.
Day two-hundred and seventy-five complete.
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