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It is so bleak there when you don't yet realize everyone is gone.
It's like a dried out ghost town with nothing but a few icy breezes hustling tumbleweeds down the broken streets, and half-starved varmints leering outward from infernal hiding places whence they await the full darkness.
I had a lot of tumbleweeds to count and a long trail of crumbs to follow before I could find my way here. I guess someone has to turn out the lights over there. Guess it was my turn. It's good to be lurking here now in good company.
Unfortunately, I've got to get some shut-eye. I've another glorious day checking off the "Honey do" list tomorrow.
Thingumbob signing off....(cue the flag pic and the "Star Spangled banner" soundtrack here, then fade to popcorn screen)