2020 Commute 77 of 52 (From): Death Watch

Had some things to do in the lab, Sunday, and decided to do the run home instead of “to” due to the persistent and heavy rain. I hoped for a metaphor, but the concrete nature of reality sustained me for the journey.

We chilled some champagne Friday. Events at Walter Reed dictate the state of the cork.

The rain will end, someday. And, this prophecy may finally come true:

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Author: Drunken Bunny

I run and go to pubs. That's about it, really. Pronoun: I couldn't care less how you refer to me ... I'm dealing with ADULT problems.

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