It was a long week. With 60 billable hours there was barely enough time for debauchery.
The salvation of my work week was getting out to play 18 holes with GoIrish! at his private club. It's great getting paid to play golf, although it's not good for my game.
I take a microcassette recorder in the cart and we talk things over between holes. This week it was ideas to boost the financial performance of companies in which he's invested.
Yesterday I started work late and finished early. I spent most of the day in The Writer's Refuge, that's where I shot these irises.
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