Tiring September days, restless September nights. Waking up to a pitch dark room, thinking it can't possibly be time to get up. Autumn throws down its gauntlet to early birds.

There are stories untold. About what I'm thinking and all that's been happening here. But the date renders everything I might say fatuous, self-absorbed. A pause this weekend.

And then, on Monday, we'll carry on.
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