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[ghosttoboggan]

I was in for a surprise this morning when I stepped into the backyard and began to hear the nearby clucking of a chicken. It was one of those "hey, I've never heard a chicken shouting out here before," moments. That sounds better than "getting complacent again, and, for all I know, continuing to assume that my memory is an objective record of my experience, besides," doesn't it?

I plan on turning twenty-six years/9,497 days old this evening, which leaves the rest of the day free for errands.