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I came home from Philadelphia late last night. I just wrote 700 words about the flight home and the cranky women who sat across the aisle from me, but I think I'm too tired to finish that tonight. I wanted to say that they made me think of the bit in the Sermon on the Mount where Jesus says "with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again," and that I hoped they could find themselves some bigger scoops somewhere, but I'm not that blind. Planks/motes/eyes/extrications and all that.

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