The Missing Link

The day begins. Candles are lighted and incense is burning. Cold beer at my side. I try and try and try to figure out a digital camera. Okay, I can use the thing, but uploading it to a site turns out to be quite the drill.
Another cold spell approaches like a frog lost in the desert. Spring is supposed to have sprung, but that does not seem to be the case just yet.
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