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       Stardate: 20210311.0111
       Location: The Lab
       Input Device: daimos (Asus X200CA)
       Audio: Equpiment fan, ticking Dali clock
       Visual: vim in terminal, large terminal clock in separate window.
       Emotional: Tired, anxious, mortal.
       
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       My son turned 17 recently.  The event has me thinking about where I
       was at 17.  I was not in a good place.  I should have been dead.  
       People have told me that in the past and they did not know my past.
       For whatever reason, I am still here, living on borrowed time.  Maybe
       it is so he and his sister can be here.
       
       Since I was 17, I am occassionally reminded of the events and 
       circumstances that had happened and how fortunate I am to still be 
       here walking this earth.  Each day since 17 has been precious, even
       when it totally sux0rz.  I cannot lose sight of that.  It's a good
       day to be alive!
       
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