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Sore, so much so that I did the standing desk thing for the first time in months, and grouchy not from work but from having to look up and listen to someone insistent about it but weaselly so. I’d rather diffident but forthright, but here we are, yes? I’d missed yesterday’s, but here came today’s.

A white Honda hatchback driving in slow traffic in a center lane of eastbound Interstate 80 into Emeryville, lit by my headlamps and flanked by other vehicles just ahead of it, under pale evening sky approaching the edge of the MacArthur Maze.




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