Pale waning half moon

Air temperature 22 F, winds near calm, sunny. Still slouching toward Bethlehem and loosing mere anarchy on the world.

Pushing the season

Neighbor is mowing his lawn. Mowing last fall's dead grass. I'm not that anxious . . .

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I am bemused by the amount of contempt people can show towards any one who dares to hold the wrong opinion.