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[elainegrey]

Six hours of meetings and then 7-midnight working on the talk prep with A & B.

Talk is tomorrow 11-1 Eastern.

Our VP invited us lunch.

At 12:30.

I wrote back, "um, 11-1, how 'bout at 1, by the way, i have a different honcho meeting at 2."

He writes back, "I thought it was 11-noon."

I sent back his original "invitation" to present.

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More cankers on my tongue, a word to which -- despite all the recent practice -- i insist on adding an extra "u." I have carrot juice, a green juice, and a protein drink for the day as well as a box of soup that i drink from the carton. I am terribly uncouth. *sigh*

Yoga-breathing and simple stretching this morning (fleeting thought: should i hire a trainer? would i progress more?), listening to a few podcast guided reflections (loving kindness, dealing with difficult feelings) while dressing and painting a little bit on my face.

I'm only barely in touch with the world, deep ...

[and then i stopped journalling. Not sure why. Now utterly exhausted. Got presentation prep to do all evening.]