168 Hours

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In the same way as other occupied

individuals, I live by my plan for the day. At times it’s scratched on my congregation release (the

“quiet admission” some portion of the administration incorporates a statement of regret for not focusing). Here and there it’s

scribbled in my must-not-lose dark note pad that, tsk-tsk, I once incidentally lost at LAX. Notwithstanding, I

comply with its messages. I don’t care for anything superior to scratching off each passage. Along these lines, during one long-distance race late March

day in 2009, when I saw a “to do” to catch up for this book with a lady named Theresa Daytner, who

I’d met a year prior to, I obediently sent her a note.

In any case, Daytner was not to be reached. I don’t know what her plan for the day started, yet she was going through the day

outside.