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Witching hour

Saturday 7/27/24

It's very early.


Working.


I finished "Pass" the other day. This morning I finished "Tidy Sums."


It’s always two plus two and four. The first two numbers have to be the same. Wouldn’t be the same if it was one plus three. Unlucky number thirteen, too.

 

Three plus one is worse. Everything’s out of whack. The bigger number coming first. The balance is off. It’s like a fat guy with little legs.

 

The world is ripped asunder.

 

That part of it, anyway.

 

And you can’t tamper with that part.

 

No.

 

It has to be left alone.

 

It’s inviolable.

 

Or you’re just weird. Forcing things. You never hear anyone try and mix it up.

 

There’s no pioneer out there.

 

I know.

 

You won’t find someone who decides to start saying, “It’s like seven plus five equals twelve.” You’d think they were crazy if they said that. Kept saying it. Trying to have it catch on or free people up to use different equations.

 

Twelve always sounds religious.

 

How do you mean?

 

Disciples-y.


There have been problems with the site (in addition to its gaping incompleteness.) Parts of the blog are not loading. I've been trying to get it fixed.


Did another five circuits of stairs in the Monument yesterday while doing a couple of other things--had to talk to someone on the phone and also scheduled a vaccine appointment (Tdap--I'm overdue) for Monday. Walked three miles, did 100 push-ups.


Red Sox beat the Yankees last night in a bounce back performance from their 20-7 pasting at the hands of the Rockies on Wednesday (what the hell was that?).


Going to do some push-ups now and drink some tea and watch a bit of British horror.



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