Actually busy struggling with writing up a piece to present in four weeks. As my CPU (Central Processing Unit) ages in this betimes dastardly Fourth Quarter, writing has become harder, more pleasurable and slower. On top of that, Winter took two Butterfly Bushes and disintering them took the lives of two shovels, as Howard and his pick-axe kinda kind-of won against a singular root two days ago ... the wounded warrior with painful wrists, legs and back. "Retire yer pick-axe, Young Man ... it's time to Go Fishin."
So, here I sit on the edge of an old familiar creek -- fishing pole 9errr, laptop) in hand .... waiting for a bite!
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