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Dive Dave Dive

And then they pressed the button on the thingamajig and dove.

Not sure why, two days in a row, Throw Mama From The Train references are floating in my head. I positively hated that movie. The only thing good about it was (I think) it was Mama Fratelli in the movie as Danny DeVito's mom.

Goonies never say die.

Was a good albeit a bit crazy weekend.

The coolest thing about the weekends now are Sunday evenings. Used to be, Sunday evenings would start the sense of dread. That 'oh shit, I have to go to work tomorrow' feeling. And now, Sunday evenings are chill. I like my job. Seriously. I'm not sure what kind of strings had to be pulled behind the scenes for the universe to deliver me to this place, but I have to say--worth every frickin' minute of the wait.

And with that I go now to shower. I'm a bit stinky after 31minutes on the bike. Who would have thought? It's to the point now where I need to be on that thing at least 25-30 minutes or the day just doesn't start out right for me. Crazy, I know.

But also kinda very cool.

Have a fantastic Monday my friends.

And remember, a writer writes!

-A.T.

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