A neighbor has decided that this holiday morning is a great time to clear his very small yard of leaves with the loudest goddamn blower in the universe. If he'd asked, I would have hand-raked it in about ten minutes. It took him half an hour to blow the leaves around and wake up the gods.
One doesn't have to be thankful for EVERYTHING on this day.
"The struggle itself ... is enough to fill a man's heart." --Camus
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