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I mean, if Copernicus keeps beating out SMOKEY ROBINSON, he'll forever be beating me out for the DAY, too. This doesn't seem quite fair because, after all, he was only the first white guy to figure it out, not the first human to grok where we are.
I am relieved to announce that the plumbing travesty has not put me in trouble with the credit union, but neither has it produced hot water. It's definitely warm water, but hot not. So I'm going to have to wait for those seriously capitalist plumbers to call me back and I'm sitting here remembering that the problem could as well be a failure of the electrical situation as a sluggish new water heater. At least I don't have to go running around begging for loans until I can find out. Better damn count my blessings.
I took a back road I'd never been on before home from asking the teller to give me an up-to-the-minute report on the dimensions of my no money. I found a gorgeous little itty bitty cabin back there in the trees that has a darn stunning view of the ocean. I looked very hard. There is no indication that it is for sale. How do I convince the owner to trade me? I mean, it's perfect. Perfect. The tub would probably have to go outside, but that's a great view for the bathtub too.
All last week it was what we call hot here. Everybody was commenting on it. The plumber had to take off his sweatshirt. I had to open extra windows. It was definitely July here last week. Last night it started to rain. Then it snowed. Today the hills are all white and people are groaning about not putting on enough clothes this morning. Couple this with the fact that, yet again, the National Weather Service has gotten the forecast dead bang right on the minute perfect many days in advance, and you will no doubt excuse me if I find all this just entirely too weird to be true....
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