Before I hit the pavement (as in taking a walk) I was running on meagre sleeping power from the night before, but running on some magical fuel nevertheless. I was in one of those creative modes, excited about the temple’s touch-up cosmetic work. Yadu, who’s from the Ukraine, is our local cosmetic handyman wiz, and he has been putting a fresh coat of paint on the interior doors. Each night, while our monks and nuns are asleep, he tackles one of our metal doors with a fresh coat of paint.
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