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Posted by Zhoen on Thursday, August 09, 2012
Essays. Meanderings and mutterings. Lots of photos of our cat. Counting coup on fifty years existence.
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4 comments:
Too many toes really spoil the broth.
RR,
Ok, so then I had to count toes. At some points, there were a thousand toes in that room. Assuming everyone had a full set, and including the patient (who I know did.)
If you didn't have days like this, you wouldn't know how good you have it other days.
Not a thousand, one hundred. I really shouldn't do math in my head at 0600. Not even something that simple, because my dreaming mind cannot differentiate 10 x 10 from 100 x 100.
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