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Coffee: Sumatra Medium-Dark Roast, Trader Joe’s
Late August heatwave. My dash reads 98. At least I parked in shade.
A busy day – at work, after work. Thursday smells like the weekend you can’t bite into, green bananas.
I want to take a trip for Labor Day. I had two trips planned but both fell through. For a few years, each get-out-of-town has been preceded by pop-up drama, heartfelt taking stock, calendar confusion. I might go somewhere alone. I might climb a mountain to remind myself I can.
Currently Reading: Nothing! Still poking through some books, will settle soon.
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“Jumping from boulder to boulder and never falling, with a heavy pack, is easier than it sounds; you just can’t fall when you get into the rhythm of the dance.” – Jack Kerouac
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