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Gigantic ducks. No, I don't know how the conversation got to that. I do not want to be pecked to death by giant ducks. Nor trampled by them.

Nice day. Dry air, breezes, sun, no rain. Might be able to sleep with the windows open.

We went to an open air art exhibit over in Woodstock. It was odd. Usually I can't walk through one of those without at least wishing I could afford to buy something or other that I saw. This time, nothing. I mean, nothing was very appealing. It all seemed so... ordinary. I suspect that furry art has turned my head.

Right now it's bed time, but there's an apple pie calling my name. I think we'll have a tiny slice first.