Based on yesterday's formula, November 16th is approximately three miles away from where I'm standing. The distinction is that time marches forward and while the horizon line will always remain approximately three miles away, November 16th will arrive. Of course, this does not take the effects of atmospheric refraction into consideration.
November 16th is the official day that it finally becomes cool enough to consider wearing long sleeve shirts in this part of the world and thus, the perfect day to begin a game with Coworker Mitch.
But much like November 16th, today is a Saturday and Saturdays are not meant to contemplate anything relating to the Mitches of the world. I'd prefer to concentrate my efforts and focus on all of the reasons to embrace Saturday's bliss.
Today gave me ample reason to deploy Jazz Hands on several occasions. There were Little League baseball games with spectacular diving catches and haunted hayrides with spectacular screams.
Saturdays are good like that.
November 16th is the official day that it finally becomes cool enough to consider wearing long sleeve shirts in this part of the world and thus, the perfect day to begin a game with Coworker Mitch.
But much like November 16th, today is a Saturday and Saturdays are not meant to contemplate anything relating to the Mitches of the world. I'd prefer to concentrate my efforts and focus on all of the reasons to embrace Saturday's bliss.
Today gave me ample reason to deploy Jazz Hands on several occasions. There were Little League baseball games with spectacular diving catches and haunted hayrides with spectacular screams.
Saturdays are good like that.
Day three-hundred and two complete.
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