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"O, the Summer time is coming/and the trees are sweetly blooming..."
-Wild Mountain Thyme (Scottish folk song)
Well, the trees have finally come into blossom here. At long last, it really feels like Spring...and now it is raining. Yep, Spring.
They named the dog 'Scout' --how completely unimaginative. I intend to call him Tacitus, if only to confuse him when I meet him.
One paper finished, on extended until Monday. Nap-time for sleep-deprived us.
-Wild Mountain Thyme (Scottish folk song)
Well, the trees have finally come into blossom here. At long last, it really feels like Spring...and now it is raining. Yep, Spring.
They named the dog 'Scout' --how completely unimaginative. I intend to call him Tacitus, if only to confuse him when I meet him.
One paper finished, on extended until Monday. Nap-time for sleep-deprived us.