And I have little to say. Things are placid and unexciting, and I'm content to vegetate in the cool spring sunlight. But maybe not vegetate. The spring vegetation is surely less indolent than I. I'm more like a vernal pool slowly evaporating. I hope that mosquitoes don't decide to spawn in me.
En Route to Ennui
And I have little to say. Things are placid and unexciting, and I'm content to vegetate in the cool spring sunlight. But maybe not vegetate. The spring vegetation is surely less indolent than I. I'm more like a vernal pool slowly evaporating. I hope that mosquitoes don't decide to spawn in me.
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Reset Sixteen, Day Forty-Eight
The day that was Sunday was damp when I woke from a midday nap, and it just got wetter from there. We probably got a good four hours of rain, and…
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Reset Sixteen, Day Forty-Seven
Another day got away from me, and I have no idea where it went. I only remember the last part, when I made a dinner that turned out to be too large,…
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Reset Sixteen, Day Forty-Six
The rain had not begun when I went to bed early Friday morning, but when I woke up that afternoon it was doming down quite nicely. It only continued…
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