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   Fire on the Mountain
Wednesday, October 11 2017
Today was the first full day after the launch of the new store, and nothing too terrible seemed to have happened. The fulfillment center didn't quite have their shit together on their end, but we in IT couldn't be blamed for that.
At least briefly, then, the pressure seemed to be off me, and I could so such things as run an errand this afternoon to buy 24 cans of cat wetfood at the Barnyard on Route 28. Naturally, I took the opportunity to swing by the Tibetan Center thrift store, where I bought two large spoons (with the hope of making them into a set of tongs) and a nice shallow drawer made from steel mesh. As I drove around, I listened to songs from the early career (late 1990s) of Nightwish, though while I was in the Barnyard, I heard an old country rock song playing on their sound system that I hadn't heard in many years. I had an urge to explore what else that band, whatever it was, had produced. The song was, I later learned, "Fire on the Mountain," by the Marshall Tucker Band.
Later I launched that email editing system I'd been working on. It turned out that more people use that system than I'd thought, though none of them complained about suddenly having to edit their emails in an entirely different WYSIWYG editor.


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