First morning in recent memory when weather's kept the dogs and me from our appointed rounds through the neighborhood, and it's kinda nice sitting out here under our tin roof enjoying the gentle clatter. Habit and routine may be the enormous flywheel of society and sanity, but it's good too, periodically, to break routine and look at things aslant. Like climbing up on Mr. Keating's desk, reminded there's more than one way to seize the day.
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