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Good morning! May the Great Spirit bless you 🙏
Good morning? Or Eh, I think I'll crawl back under my rock. "I'm an earthworm, see!" I suppose one's perspective on the day largely depends on one's perception of what they feel about this day at this particular time. Don't forget, time moves on; it doesn't wait for you to catch up. What you decided to do a minute ago, you have already done in this moment. So that tells me we are only in control of the present moment. Whatever we choose to do now will be etched on the fabric of time and space one minute behind you, as all the other moments and millennia behind that moment.
TODAY'S DISCUSSION:
LITTLE VOICE:
You can only look back on it from the present moment; by now, you are either smiling because you got it right, or you're crying in your beer because you bet on the wrong horse. The trick is to follow your instincts, trust your gut feeling, which is the inner voice speaking to you. TRUST THE LITTLE VOICE! 👼 The Id, 👶 your little voice, will help you make the right decision, one minute at a time, one day at a time. We only have control of this one day. "Stand by for heavy rolls, as the ship comes about!" "Don't just twitch in your clothes, move! Like, step aside for the bus, please!" 🚌
I do have a dumb hospital appointment for a CT scan. IT'S THE BEST PLACE TO COLLECT BUGS. I usually don't get sick until I go into one of those places, cockroach! They should have more CT scan machines in clinics, not just hospitals. However, you then need technicians and more doctors to operate the machines, and this stubborn government is steadfastly clinging to old, outdated red tape and rules from the past, when wooden ships were the norm; they are preventing or discouraging new technicians and doctors from coming to Canada.
DEAR GOVERNMENT OF CANADA, do you, arse picks, think the public is a bunch of dumb dumbs like Trumpo's Dunce Brigade? If we don't begin to get things in gear and not just windbag it, we will lose. Poilievre is right for once. Slowly and inexorably, I see Canada hanging over the precipice of Trumpitis and his Dunce Brigade infiltrating our freedom and rights as Canadians. So at this point, I will say adieu. Having a clock hanging on the end of my neck like an albatross, I could never concentrate on anything else outside of worrying about running out of time. For me, to do work that requires concentration, I need to put all the clocks in my imaginary drawer out of sight.*_
I will be signing off for now. I will return at a later time, permitting, with the latest on the Breaking News.

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