On the Eighth Day of Christmas…

…it should be something to do with maids a-milking, but the only thing that got milked on my New Year’s Day was time as I tried to recover from over-celebrating New Year’s Eve on top of staying awake for about 20 hours. A formula for slow-maneuvers the next day. Let us then ponder this:

Plato’s cave wall has nothing on my hallway–or on my sense of reality yesterday. August 2023.

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