Headed into a wet and cloudy stretch of weather, which is much more typical of June in Seattle. Nothing interesting to report this morning, slept late for a change and now off to the cafe.
"I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born. The intellect is a cleaver; it discerns and rifts its way into the secret of things."
Henry David Thoreau
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