On September 1 as a rule — and also on pretty much any day of the year that I desperately need to pull myself out of the funk that all this (gestures around vaguely at the frustrating and/or alarming state of this fallen world) leaves me inclined to feel — I pull out my iTunes library and put my copy of cuppa joe’s Forty on repeat for a while.
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