It’s a Steely Dan sort of day. It’s technically fall, at least in other parts of the universe outside Southern California: here, the leaves on most trees have done a smashing impersonation of certain moths, fish, or other short-lived creatures; they’ve tossed themselves, headlong to the ground in death, creating…
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Didjya ever notice that people complain about the darnedest stuff? So here’s the thing. We attract what we complain about. Now, before you start throwing things (like whatever device you are using to read this post) or close the site all together, hang with me. After Christopher died, I joined…