It's a cliche, I know, but I don't know where the time goes. Since getting back from Ontario there's been very little time to do, well, anything. I force myself to sleep, pass on summer bike rides in order to weld bicycle bits together so that others may gleefully ride, and then race off to work again. As they say, you need to take the time to stop and smell the roses once in a while. Conveniently there are roses in my back yard otherwise even this simple pleasure might have escaped me.
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