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That’s the number of this image.
That’s how we’re titling posts now.
Yep. Operating on brain crumbs.
#amwriting
This is a picture of the sunset from my doorway a few days ago. We won’t get many more of those. I barely made it fit in this column and still do justice to the raging color across the sky.
Saturday!
Going to the brick & mortar bookstore. Going to the off leash. Going to the winter tire store. Going for Mexican food.
Going.
Going.
Gone.
Have a great Saturday!
Get your autumn groove on.
If you’re living on the New England coast of the U S of A, go directly to winter. Do not pass GO. Do not collect $200. You have my sympathies.
It’s Saturday. Shake it up a little!
Critical. Srsly.
This is what I’m doing today. The yard needs to be put to bed. Snow’s comin’. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But — it’s comin’!
This is good. I’ll burn a calorie. Mr. G, honey has disappeared upstairs, mumbling something about writing a proposal. Does that proposal have the phrase Saturday afternoon nap in it?
Heading out to smell the leaf mold.
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