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You know those days where you're not really sure what would solve all of your problems, but you're reasonably certain that it would be overly dramatic and very messy?
I'm having one of those days.
A Minor Perk
So I've bragged plenty about the fabulous changes in my life in the last few months. I mean, I have a job that's just ... not very job-like. I live in my own little part of paradise. The food's great. But there are the little perks, too. The things that may have occurred to me before I signed on but weren't necessarily part of the decision itself -- things like health insurance and nearby trails and weather that I happen to love even when it's totally screwing with me. Enter ... this thing. This pedometer is a bonus unto itself, as I get straight-up cash from my health insurance company just by wearing it. But what is far more intriguing to me has been what it has revealed. Prior to this, my jobs have required a lot of desk time. Not surprising; engineers use computers. Computers require desks. That's pretty much just the way it goes, unless you've got a laptop in the back of a pickup somewhere (I'm talking to you, inspector-ty...
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that will solve it =D