Almost bedtime.

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One last, if a bit of an extra, run with the sprinkler.  A slightly adjusted area.  Trying to hit both a fresh area, and the hole being dug.  So... that's just taking extra time.

Someone is playing around.  I can't swear the blog post is connected with the song pops, but to me, yes.  I get the sense that one followed the others, or the other way around, but in a connected fashion.  It... doesn't mean someone agrees, or even sees a pattern?  No, they see.  They may not know what pattern they see, or maybe they do.

I give people credit, often, when it is undeserved.  I also underestimate people regularly.  Look, I only have so many chips.  And, in the real world, either they are played or lost.  Even God suggests that hiding talents will yield even that to be taken.  I still don't know what happens to those who lose the talents, for, honestly, He only discusses winners, in the game.  As if there can only be winners and those who neither win nor lose.  Remember, this was time before interest earned or paid, so the only way to lose, or win, was to mechanically accumulate more money, or spend and not get a return... or lose on the return.  Anyway...

Almost bedtime.  But... a bit of what was suggested, for your discernment.  As for me?  I say... nothing.  Stories?  Probably.  If not, above even my paygrade.  It's just the way it is.  Or... isn't.  Still, that isn't the point.  The blog visited... and the music or clips that popped... sort of a mixed bag, some (or a) vids popping first, then the post.

I really have gone through this with a woman, or... three.

I like this game, even if it is just that.  One can... always hope.

Good night.