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I did not actually consciously decide to put the journal on hiatus. It just happened. I could not image to continue recording that "Today I did nor…
Sunny and warmish today. An autumnal wide carnivorous sky held at bay by the twin bulwarks of Red and Shades mountains. Our high was 71˚F. I wrote…
And that was the last day of summer, and we hardly saw the sun, and I did not go outside. We finished Season Four of The Americans. I ate nothing…