a curious sense of isolation

[fflo]

I'm feeling a little more anonymous than I like to this past coupla days.

I've also not had my usual caffeine intake during this time. A connection?

So, in the Archetypically Dull Topic of Conversation vein, can you believe August 22nd is actually a little chilly? Here as late as noon, even? What goes on? Is this the beginning of the apocalypse? Should I be preppin' for the rapture? Perhaps my fellow Michiganders and -geese aren't astonished, but Where I Come From these are the dog days. On accounta a dog just lays there with its tongue out, lookin' dead except for the rapid heaving of the chest and the drooly trail of sweat.

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[peteralway.livejournal.com]

I plan on attending two launches in September. I know there are launches later, including one that happens at a farm near Three Oaks (far Southwest corner of the state) in November after the corn is harvested. But it the Three Oaks launch is often pretty nasty out.

And yes, I've launched in the snow.