Doc Walnut has come to hang out on my door I closed my kitchen sink window. My yellow fleece came out of the closet. Fall Color!
It's not really cold on Cashio Street but a chilly breeze in my kitchen makes long sleeves and a cozy collar finally welcome.
I voted yesterday. Another indicator that this disagreeable year will soon pass. We'll carry coronavirus with us into 2021 but I dearly hope that social, environmental, regulatory, and political ills will be begin to be turned around.
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