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rejectomorphReality (such as it is) was keeping me busy from the minute I woke today. I had no spare time for even so much as a walk in the back yard to break the monotony. It would have been a nice evening for a walk, too, the air having been both mild and fresh. Maybe tomorrow. March is history.
