Today's that day. Not the "don't have much to say" day but the psychological and physiological season shift. The B called it this morning. She declared it autumn. She's right! Today's that day. You can tell in all of the senses.
Just like that. Autumn. Time for field mowing and "the sheer hubris of punching a hole through a mountain." It's hunker down and make shit time.
So deconstruction, huh? Really? Is that like my "thing" now?
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