And, now, the sad truth…

…is this one; having finished my religious and familial duties for this Lord’s Day, I went to work out for one hour. Now, libertine pig that I am, I am situated at my local Starbucks with my well-worn copy of the Critique of Pure Reason (hello, Rob Tucker) and a pour-over of Morning Blend. And, I am listening to the You-Tube of the Moody Blues in concert at the Royal Albert Hall.

So, there.

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