25 July 2018: It's been four years since Ryan died. Not much to say that is all that profound. I miss him. It is still very sad. I wish he were here.
It's been very rainy here, almost unbelievably so. The lawn, which was brown and dying just a few days ago, is springing back to soggy life. So yeah...metaphors abound. We've got a little break in the rain this morning so I am going to take this chance to mow the grass. I've got some of my favorite podcasts queued up and the perfect hat for the job.
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