Toxic internet

Air temperature 65 F, near calm, mostly cloudy and damp. Vacillating between a bike ride or hanging around until the grass dries enough for mowing.

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Why should I trust you? We've never met, and all I know about you is the mask you choose to present on-line.

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I have mowed the Darwinian plant community we call a lawn. As usual, parts needed the effort and parts didn't. And the buttercups have started sneaking their blossoms down below blade-level.

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I am reminded daily that a lot of people out there don't care if this plague kills me.