. . . concur the blues are grape

. . . While Fritz’ dad was dying I didn’t post.

Which is different than saying I didn’t sit down to my desk at scattered hours and think about posting.

And is also different than saying I didn’t plan to post, didn’t take pictures thinking I would post, didn’t sit in parking lots, didn’t walk up the hill, didn’t dig out walkways all the while musing over possible posts. . . .
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