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Is this your name or a doctor's eye chart?
At this point if I have a circadian rhythm it seems to be measured in days, but last night after two doctor's appointments and an evening of virtual seminars through the euphemistically designated career center, I fell over for something like a cumulative thirteen hours and still got through this afternoon's calendar of calling more doctors and the next stage of the career center in time to run out into a cold pastel sunset out of which the occasional flake of snow drifted with insulting singularity. I am delighted by the rediscovery of silent Holmes and also by my camera's cooperation when trying again for the beautiful fungi I had spotted on an earlier walk, clustered on the stump of what used to be a sidewalk tree and has now pivoted to Richard Dadd. I dreamed intensely and have no idea what Alex Horne was doing in there.
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out of which the occasional flake of snow drifted with insulting singularity --Ahahaha, yes, such insolence!
I don't know if
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Yes! I like people knowing things.
--Ahahaha, yes, such insolence!
It's December! It's below freezing! It was pouring just the other night! Come on!
I don't know if spatch shows you his Bluesky posts, but I loved this one from him: "Tubi is such a crazy streaming service. It’s like if the Criterion Closet was in a gas station" (... yeah, that was a random comment connected to absolutely nothing, but it popped into my head, so.)
He doesn't, generally! And I can't always see his posts when he does from not being on Bluesky. I love that one. Thank you for making sure I'd seen it.