Sometimes that’s what this life feels like.

I have been given a hippopotamus, and my job is to throw it over a wall.

And I have to do it. But I have to figure out how first. I’ve already spent too much of my life having this damn hippo falling on me again and again…

The wall isn’t getting shorter and the hippo isn’t getting any lighter.

But as I get older, I’ve learned a little about this hippo, and this wall. And I’m trying some newer, less subtle approaches.

I think I’ll just knock down the wall.

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December 2007