Is my string.
Is second dinner time?
I have been listening to the audiobook of Into Thin Air since I started cutting celery for chili around 4 o’clock this afternoon, except for about 15 minutes when a combination of absorption in the story, which is as much about being cold as it is about climbing a mountain, and the chilly apartment drove me to a hot shower. And assuming this valerian root tea doesn’t take me out, I might have to finish the entire 7 hour, 49 minute and 43 second story before I go to bed.
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