Do you know what the number one most taken off day of the year is? I bet you instinctively think it's today. You're half right. Kind of. It's actually August 24. At least according to the internet. I asked that question before I started writing to you because I also grew up thinking it was the day after the Super Bowl. Nope, August 24, allegedly. Huh. I also asked the internet that question because I was looking for an excuse not to write this week. Oh, and back to the whole us being half right assuming the number one most taken off day of the year was the day after the Super Bowl, it's the runner up..? I'm not sure what to trust on the internet anymore.
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It feels inauthentic to just report the happenings of my week, although I had some exciting little wins; I realize it's a fallback when I am ill-prepared to write.
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I think, admitting all that, and running you for a little ruse, means I am actually going to take this week "off," not actually, there's plenty of shit for me to get up to and accomplish, but in regards to the newsletter, this is it. Maybe some long-time reader first-time replier will send me a topic for next week, gimme a lil inspiration?
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I'm going to leave it at that. I promise next week I'll give you something to chew on a bit longer. Maybe go on a walk just to try and hear some geese honk. I don't know, I'm rambling out of the guilt of two weeks in a row with low steam. Can we blame February?
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