yup. I'll have to type out all the guff that's in my notebook for any of this to make sense. and then I'll have to save each month to disc, as I do with my other blogs.not that one does not trust Blogger, of course. just backup, backup, backup. which is where this afternoon's session started. that slippery slope unwinding swing retrograde nostalgic backing up away from the future.
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