It is ten minutes before my meeting. I am hungry for want of breakfast. I have barely glanced through the weekend's reports, and what I have seen of my people's work does not make me particularly pleased with their performance.
Despite all of that, I cannot get one thing out of my head:
My wife has just changed laundry detergent on me, and I find this new smell on my clothes ... different, slightly disconcerting, and very distracting.
Monday, 26 November 2007
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Hello hello! You might not know me, but I know you through the link on findhorn.
I actually coincidentally wrote a similar entry, here:
http://ewisdomowoman.wordpress.com/2007/12/04/scents-and-sense-ability/
Incidentally, the Albercht doesn't happen to be from Mercedes Lackey's Valdemar series?
If so, hello Sir, I'm Elspeth...I think...
I mean this:
http://www.amazon.com/Exiles-Honor-Books-Collectors-1235/dp/0756400856
Dear Elspeth,
I must implore you not to give away your identity nor your position so easily. Surely your new armsmaster taught you better than that! Indeed, I share a name with that Exile, though I am not him. It is the Morningblade that you must mind, not the Albrecht, puns aside.
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