But the truth is, I do worry about Ebola. Not as a symphonic crescendo vibrating through a high-dollar surround sound, but like mood music in the background -- you dont really hear it or begin to listen to it until everyday conversation slows and steps aside for silence. The concern has become a penciled period at the end of my thoughts-in-ink. Its the addendum to the body of a plan: By the end of next month, we should be done with Science chapter 4 (addendum: unless were compelled to adopt a new routine of which health and safety is the priority, and studies take a backseat.). The discomfort is present. Like a ghost only I can see.
Posted on: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 01:48:19 +0000
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