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I feel feel woefully bereft. And unprepared for the $ meeting we’re having tomorrow.  Among the things to discuss I wanna set forth are a few items:  


I feel like, and I’ve been guilty most of all in this, we’ve been using my  T.B.I. as an excuse for my shortcomings.  We should not.  Instead I would like to confront and overcome those weaknesses.  While handling the bulk of is Trust is your purview, you’ve often shown yourself more than willing to consider my rehab as a strange part of working on my azccount and my feelings as Quaker .   You made the Trust available to me when I had to deal with Jaime’s illness.  You’ve kept my T.B.I. recovery gym in good shape, by acknowledging my need for keeping up with my Mac needs and allowing me to re-fresh or even add to what I r fer to as “my recovery gym equipment”.  In sum, I’m very grateful for the assisstance my Trustees have given me in letting me continue my rehab, even as it enters new territory.  The happy news is, my recovery is continuing; the bad news is, my recovery is continuing.  No rest fo the weary.

 

I need you to quit giving Butch financial. raises.  He needs more free time not more money.  So I propose his future raises consist of time, not money.  His hours increasingly lessen, while his pay remains the same.

It’s 2.  Time for bed.

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