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A New Direction

A couple of thoughts passed through my head this morning:
1) The romanticized days of the "Lost Decade" generation - I was picturing the book cover of F. Scott Fitzgerald's "Tender is the Night" and recalling the South of France

2) The general health of our new dog Rose, who got sick yesterday morning (don't feed dogs corn - or at least this one) but appeared quite lively this morning and quite her usual self

3) The chilling winds of a post-but-not-pre-spring morning - it seems that the Mid-Atlantic refuses to accept the well-blossoming trees as signs of warmer weather

4) The bowl of cereal that strangely complemented a review of the work presentation that I needed to publish before the 8 o'clock hour

5) The enthusiasm of aspiring MBA applicants who are looking for the "magic answer" to ease their angst and open the door for a place at their business school of choice (ie. my prior evening spent downtown talking to prospective IMD participants)

All these things were sitting on the front of my mind as I wondered how to focus clearly for the day. Now that the day is a few hours in, I am off in a new direction and catching these thoughts as they wander about to catalog for inspiration.

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