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Today, I'm obsessed with how many people breathe on me in a given day. I guess I'm fed up with being sick, even though I can't really claim that I had fewer colds in Florida. (Lots of people breathed on me then.) For one thing, I ride the bus, where all morning a man sneezed next to me. But mostly, the thing is work. I'm not lucky like most of the rest of you; I don't get to work in an office with the same people. Instead I sit in this store, where people bring their home-sick-from-school kids in their daily shopping. (Most of my customers shop professionally.) And dammit, today I'm just skeeved out by how often I get breathed on.

On an entirely different note, I want to go see Circus Contraption at Sand Point this weekend (Saturday night?), and I demand that you all come with me.