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September 29, 2002
Imagine a perfect place, a perfect life – perfect contentment. Imagine I have a job I love. I work only three hours a day, nine to twelve. I make gobs of money -- more than I know how to spend. Imagine I only work four days a week and only six months a year. Imagine the perfect house: on a quiet block, great neighbors, near a great school, huge backyard, and plenty of guestrooms. Imagine the perfect pets, the perfect friends, the perfect schedule, the perfect children.

I tried imagining the perfect life, but without imagining you there, it was futile.