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As my chromosome damage was less than
the rest of staff at noon I delivered the
“Sermon on the Mount” when the pizza
Cynthia said the tropics were hot this time of year.
It clearly was too late to take a cruise up the Inner Passage,
yet by 2pm we found ourselves overwhelmingly in Alaska.
Jim’s powerpoint was on whether the toilette paper roll when placed
in it’s holder should unroll from over the top or from below.
After the first hour it was clear my life was becoming a boondoogle
and perhaps I wouldn’t have the least chromosome damamage by tomorrow.