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I'll second that, Sage.
Morning Yahooka, it's 11:00 a.m. here.
I slept through Fajr. I don't believe it.
Hang in there, Mike. Hope you feel well soon.
And Sage, waking up to flowers on your chest is actually pretty cool
if your wife went out and picked them and laid them on your chest as
a surprise...
"I thank God that my bedsheets were not my winding cloths
And my bed was not my cooling board."
- from God's Trombones by Charles Johnson(I think)
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