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Pretending to remember is a glorious
device; the fan on high from too much
San Francisco summer.  I was talking
last night with someone in the middle
of a storm.  Trading tornadoes for earth
quakes was entirely too easy.  And easy
makes way for complacency.  So I do
my laundry and furrow my brow.

Today I am skipping time.  When it’s
too difficult to tell September from
January, what’s the difference be

tween anything and anything?  How

ever, I’ve nothing really fantastic
to say to you.  Unless you have ESP.