End of the month, another end of month, there seems to be an end of month every week. The year is almost over. Another year is almost over. It is just about done. Halfway through the decade. The decade is heading towards being done. Five years ways from Covid. All of that palaver now 5 years away. And we thought we'd never get through it.
Its one thing you can be sure of, this too will pass.
The months are flying by, as the years are too, the decades are disappearing. Fuck me!
Soon it will be summer, and warmer weather. Nice. Except for the fear of scorching hot days and bush fires burning us all to death.
I do wonder at what point the world will collectively start taking climate change seriously?
Soon I'll be in shorts. I'm in shorts for months. I get so used to being in shorts, long pants always feel weird when I get back into them, kind of suffocating for my legs. Shorts are so free.
1st November tomorrow. Pinch, punch, first of the month.
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