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Slowly climbing out of the pit of impossibility and finding ways to study, learn and even live a little. Thanksgiving is coming soon, and time with friends is a siren song. Running with Abigail on Saturdays, the farmer's market, occasional dinner and conversation-somehow there is still time for a little of this. I'm sort of like the cat in the poster, hanging on by its claws. And still...I might make it. No time for movies, books or the garden, but time to breathe, as long as I'm listening to law while I do it.