Hiya August

I'm not going to say "time flies" because I hate it when people say that. It doesn't fly, it passes at a constant rate. Its your perception of events within that time that make it seem to "fly". But whatever. So, August 1. Like most other days, although made much nicer by lunch at a... Continue Reading →

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