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Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Day 3295 - New Year's Day

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I got a surprising amount of sleep last night, especially considering that I'd stayed up past midnight to greet the new year. Two glasse...
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Monday, December 31, 2018

Day 3294

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Another year bites the dust. I guess it was fitting that the year ended in such a typical fashion. It rained all night. Dash pooped in the b...
Sunday, December 30, 2018

Day 3293

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Dash kept kicking me last night and waking me up. He must have been dreaming. Occasionally, he woke me up in the middle of my own dreams and...
Saturday, December 29, 2018

Day 3292

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I spend my Winters wishing it was Summer and my Summers wishing it was Winter. I was definitely wishing for warmer weather today. Everything...
Friday, December 28, 2018

Day 3291

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Today started oddly. As I was getting ready to go to breakfast, I noticed that the garbage truck was parked right next to my can on the stre...
Thursday, December 27, 2018

Day 3290

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The repairs failed. The roof is leaking again. I heard the familiar sound of water dripping on the brick floors around 3 AM this morning. Wh...
Wednesday, December 26, 2018

Day 3289

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The rain is here. It's been pouring for hours now. There is thunder and lightning. The phones are beeping with flood alerts. Dash is sca...
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Tuesday, December 25, 2018

Day 3288 - Christmas

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Christmas is a mishmash of fading memories. I vaguely remember going to Christmas Eve services with my parents. I was raised a Lutheran, but...
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Monday, December 24, 2018

Day 3287

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Since there is still rain in the forecast for Christmas, I thought I'd get the roof as ready as I could. I went to the hardware store an...
Sunday, December 23, 2018

Day 3286

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There were only two people at the gym when I arrived this morning. This is a huge facility with a basketball court, a running track, and an ...
Saturday, December 22, 2018

Day 3285

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I found myself driving all over town today in search of a Christmas ham. When I went to my favorite smokehouse, the guy behind the counter g...
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Friday, December 21, 2018

Day 3284 - Winter Solstice

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Now we're talking. For the first time in over a week, I felt like I was actually making progress. The dryer is fixed. I'm glad I did...
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Thursday, December 20, 2018

Day 3283

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I was optimistic when I got up this morning. The sky was clear. The temperature was warm. It seemed like a good day to fix the roof. Unfortu...
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Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Day 3282

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I had a feeling that things weren't going to go well today when we walked Dash in a heavy fog this morning. The fog was so thick that my...
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Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Day 3281

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I had a brief moment of panic this morning when I looked at the weather forecast and saw that there was a chance of rain tomorrow. Where wer...
Monday, December 17, 2018

Day 3280

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Janet and I both wonder how we used to accomplish so much when we were younger. It seems to take so long to do even simple things now. It...
Sunday, December 16, 2018

Day 3279

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I don't actually know anybody at the gym. There are a lot of familiar faces though. I see the same people almost every week. They are p...
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John Sealander is a writer/photographer who loves Dalmatians. He received a Bachelor of Architecture and a BA in Art from The University of Arkansas. His rich and diverse experience includes working as an architectural designer for Fred Bassetti in Seattle, producing documentary films for PBS, shooting commercial photography for True Redd’s “Great Shooting Gallery” in Dallas and teaching writing courses at SMU’s Academy of Visual Communication. For over 35 years, John has developed memorable and award winning ads and images for some of the world’s leading ad agencies and most popular brands. In 1990 he started Sealander & Company, the Dallas, Texas based production company and multi-media agency where he continues to develop his ideas today.
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