Time Tics At Sixty Clicks

2024.12.04

Good morning that wonderful way.

How goes it?

Got your shine on?

Good. Time to light it up.

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Health this morning. Feeling good. Hope the same finds you.

Abe's become an alarm clock.

He's kind about it. A snuff sniff as he paces around the room.

Like a kid early Christmas morning... Can he open his presents yet?

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"Grow some thumbs and make me a coffee and sure."
- The Answer.

A day for doing things. A few errands. Perhaps an afternoon entry. Better than rushing this one.

Rushing never made anything but more rushing.

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Picturesque Winter Day in Autumn; the calendar best catch up.

Don't rush the boxed numbers on the page, though. Time tics at sixty clicks regardless what The Sun says.

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People are stubborn monkeys that count, The Sun Says.

The Sun says a lot people rarely hear. Too many numbers in their ears to let much sunshine in.

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Short entry this morning.

Tall tales and lullabies to write later.

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Take care, don't rush, clean the numbers from your ears, listen to some sunlight, and have your better day.

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S. Wynn

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