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rejectomorphI think I ate some bad leftovers. I feel like worshiping Ralph.
More and more rain, then just dripping trees, and then quiet. Finally, a glimpse of the waning crescent moon revealed by parting clouds. The mountains are full of snow. There is bound to be more. Another storm follows this one, and another follows that. Sunlight is unlikely until at least Thursday. I hope there will be more fog.
Nothing improves my mood like terribly inappropriate bad taste. Behold The Cavalcade of Bad Nativities.
No commuter noise this morning. Most people must have the day off. I hope the rain keeps the neighbors indoors, so they don't wake me up.
More and more rain, then just dripping trees, and then quiet. Finally, a glimpse of the waning crescent moon revealed by parting clouds. The mountains are full of snow. There is bound to be more. Another storm follows this one, and another follows that. Sunlight is unlikely until at least Thursday. I hope there will be more fog.
Nothing improves my mood like terribly inappropriate bad taste. Behold The Cavalcade of Bad Nativities.
No commuter noise this morning. Most people must have the day off. I hope the rain keeps the neighbors indoors, so they don't wake me up.
