I bid you farewell until I return from this ancient ritual, from this autumnal embracing rumpus, from this primal, instinctual call to the wild.
It is early on this day and I have an aeroplane to catch. Not literally...I'm not that fast.
My next post will not be until Monday of next week, four days from now, at which time I will get these posts updated, reporting on the search for my fall and the associated shenanigans...and of course, my daily hand jazzings. But for now, my pending travel day awaits.
Today's Jazz Hands have their seat and tray in the upright positions.
Day two-hundred and sixty-nine complete.
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