Calling my name?
Soon, I think, every time I go out to our backyard with my dear wife Karen and/or our cherished rescue mutt.
Comfy seasonal stuff will have to be moved into our shed before the snow flies.
Sigh.
Hanging out and hanging on
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Mark Bialczak 
Sigh… 😌
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Right on, Nance.
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bit by bit, no need to rush )
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