December 14 – It was a long day of waiting for my new CDs to arrive. UPS had given a window of 7am-7pm. I wouldn’t leave the house for fear they’d be left on the doorstep and someone would steal them thinking they were gifts ordered Christmas. But, what would this someone do with 500 “To Brasil and Bacharach” CDs? I envisioned them strewn across the highway, thrown from the window once the crooks realized there were no drones, no puffy vests, no fitbits contained in those boxes. (I let my imagination get the better of me sometimes.)

When they finally arrived at 7:15 pm, I was alone and I had my own private opening. Ah! They were perfect and it was perfectly real; the process was now something I could hold in my hand. It felt really good, and then I started to think about what came next.

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