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This morning, I find myself suspended between realities. The duties and responsibilities of several different worlds collide today, pinning me between them like a physical conjunction.

Imagine a flooding river of lava from an exploding volcano, crashing into the tumbling, jagged million-ton ice of a calving glacier just at the shoreline where a 9.0 tidal wave is pounding down. Now imagine me standing at that spot, kicking away an angry Jack Russell terrier while trying to get cell phone reception with a battery that's about to die. Oh, and one of my shoelaces is broken.

That's the kind of day I'm about to have. Except for the broken shoelace. I never let them get so worn that I have to worry about that.

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