This isn't as reliable as Groundhog's Day, but... summer must be in the air, or in my shoes.
I've been kicking my shoes off recently. Some people think that Passover is the holiday of a "freedom" which is more like anarchy. My feet must identify with them. By the end of the day, the shoes are usually under the desk... sans the feet...
I'm tired. G-d willing, bli neder, I'll check in again in the morning.
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