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Working 9-to-5


Flew to Phoenix for a work event yesterday (read here: escape from the ankle bitters, the laundry and the ants in the pantry). Started out the 9-to-5 grind with a pina colada poolside in record setting 91 degree temperatures. Finished up the day with a whole lot of Rembrandt at the Phoenix Museum of Art. What an unbelievable experience to suddenly find yourself standing face-to-face with his "Self-Portrait" as the Apostle Paul.

Boy, this working gig can really get a girl down ...

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