It looks like I'll be going to a card show this weekend after all. It took a couple of extra hours at work Wednesday, Thursday and today to make it happen. I'm no longer convinced that it's a coincidence that work often ramps up around fun, recreational activities on my off-time. I now know it's a cosmic plot against me. But I've gotten good at stamping out those conspiracies, although not without some damage. There's no way I'll be able to compose a list prior to the card show (sure, I could make a list instead of writing this blog post, but then what would you read?). Show lists are my motivation. They keep me focused and ready to hunt. It prevents me from wandering and being suckered into something shiny I don't really want. Instead I'm relying on a couple of card envelopes I just received for that motivation. If, at the show, I pick up nothing but the kinds of cards I landed in these mailings, I'll get exactly what I want. The cards come ...
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