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04/25/2004: "Nice Day"

It was a delightful day, I guess; sometimes I think I spend so much time out in the weather that i barely notice the little subtleties of temperature, sunshine and humidity that differentiate a nice day from a great one. It was vey comfortable for rummmaging and I got too much sun. I put up the rest of the signs and started moving chairs. Some of us aren't sleeping too well by now, and arrive at thr fairgrounds even earlier than necessary. She got up on the pile of unsorted clothing and was giddy with mischievous joy. I think people who get the subjects of their photographs in focus are just show-offs. I put a sandwich aside for later and forgot all about it. The analysis from the twenty-month-old: "Wow!"