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Ahh, Sunday morning burned away like strand of hair held over a candle. Most of said delinquency was spent sandwiched between flannel sheets, so I am not complaining.

I'm about to depart for my Sunday afternoon adventures. However, causing me slight delay, I am indulging in a bowl of pumpkin spice granola, acquired from Trader Joe's. I am fast becoming a Trader Joe Hoe. They have great prices on many foods and wines. It is like a cross between a supermarket and a co-op. The employees have less tattoos than co-op employees, in the aggregate, even.

Time to hit the road!