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Where are my manners?

So hard to tell these days with lockdown restrictions varying from one street corner to the next. They gotta be around here somewhere, I'm sure they'll turn up, it's early. You probably set'em down somewhere before bed.

This time of year I'm lucky if I know which way is up. The last week of the year always seems like time has warped as it equally flies by but then also seems to drag on. Just me?

I don't know if it's time or what, but something's definitely warped.

Christmas already seems like forever ago. And I almost just asked you if you and Dave are doing anything this weekend thinking today was Saturday.