Prologue
I slept wearing one of my work hoodies. I didn't want to get even a chill during the sleep session. I'm old now, frail almost ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~almost. Three days or relentless rain {we NEED every drop, indeed, every fukking MOLECUE} has saturated the soil, beyond three inches, and the moisture penetrates the 'above' to permeate my bone tissue--------- ... . The `Rok That Dident Want` is now as close to 'in place' as my weakened Spirit can attain . I had to dig its rear to lower its front and present its' face so that it is perpendicular to ground level ; disappointingly, its much smaller now because of its receded elevation . It's still `prominent` but not COMMANDING as are the Others. Oh Well .
Winter preparations are ongoing, I refuse to "get caught with my pants down" as I was last Season {Of the Switch} . Age hastens Experience, Experience begets Wisdom, and although there are far more DELIGHTFUL endeavors, I can't bare another Spring of Regret and most Bitter Remorse . My Life is EXCEEDINGLY short and that Duration DEMANDS Effort . So It is, and So It must be.
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