i spent my weekend in the mountains, waiting for it to snow (it never did), and reading a book about the quaker idea of "plain living". i am about as far away from that ideal as it is possible to be, for example i spent this morning trying to recover lost files on one of the five networked computers which are "essential" to the running of our house.
this is one of the 100 times in the last five years that i have wished that just reading a book would make me a better person.
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