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February 4, 2008
Rare Sonoma sunlight warms the bridge of the boat, while funny little ducks bob and dive along the surface of the bay. I watch them through the window. I have finished my work, for now. My cables lay coiled next to my toolbag, my wattmeter is tucked into its case. I rest in the helm-chair, feeling like a highschool girl who has just received a delivery of roses in her classroom. The buzz of my phone against my thigh - this means that, somewhere to the south, you are also resting in the sunshine, and you are thinking of me.