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yes, running away it seems is not an option...too old for that...now it's just called moving. i feel kind of like those waving people who ride the giant clifford floats in parades (but i doubt they ever ask themselves why they are there). this is my war of personal responsibility, i suppose...we all have it and exceedingly try to deny it's existence. it's there folks, we all have gotten that bug. everything in my life i am responsible for...it's all just a choice ( is should be a publisher for the inspirational posters in board rooms). oh yeah...and i quit smoking...(or i will when i have put this one out). iamanartist.iamakennelworker.lately though, i have been thinking of a change of career...perhaps an ornithologist would suit me well. i have delicate calm hands to handle tiny bird leg tags and a keen eye to spot a different migratory pattern of barn swallows...nah...i'd just end up daydreaming all day...like i do now...and i like that the birds are a mystery