Lately, ever since the earthquake succeeding, apocalyptic-inducing solar eclipse in fact, it has been nothing but blustery low-pressure days of rain and wind and dark gloomy clouds in my secluded hilly hood down in Southern Pennsyltucky.
Well, we all know how those old saws go – In like a lion and out like a lamb, and April showers bring May mosquitos, or something to that effect, so it is all to be expected, climate change notwithstanding.
But today is beautiful and warm and full of promise and Vitamin D.
Just imagine, after traveling 93,000,000 miles (149,668,992 km for those of you not of the Imperial mindset) or so, those sun’s rays are still so warm and toasty and lovely to the touch.
Time to go out and touch a few of ’em all while shaking our money makers to Mr. Johnny Nash’s greatest hit…
As a tribute to celebrate our worship of the sun, free books.
Get ’em while they’re hot!
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