37F and wet. Yuck, yuck, yuck.
Here we are, one third of the way through December, with Christmas, and the New Year rushing toward us. Even the rhythm of daily posts and elementary school doesn’t help me with my sense of the days speeding by. I can’t help but feel that time is running out, and I’m falling behind.
Maybe it is the deaths of friends this year, coupled with getting older, and the normal end of year introspection. In any case, I think I’ll be happier when the New Year resets my expectations. I hope so anyway.
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