It's mid-September already, and the leaves are far from turning. It is mid-70's Fahrenheit, and my sister is in town looking for places to live. I am editing photos from our recent safari trip, and my wife is feeding the dog. I am writing a few lines to fill the moment before we ready ourselves for a trip downtown to enjoy Indian Summer amongst the DC monuments.
It is the sort of day that I will remember in the depths of wintertime, when I am cooped up inside with my lively wife; she is chiding me as I try to type these words, enough reminder that I should close this passage for wont of packing up to enjoy the afternoon. A lazy Saturday afternoon should be like this.
It is the sort of day that I will remember in the depths of wintertime, when I am cooped up inside with my lively wife; she is chiding me as I try to type these words, enough reminder that I should close this passage for wont of packing up to enjoy the afternoon. A lazy Saturday afternoon should be like this.
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