Subliminal messages abound

Having the smallest measure of paranoia is not always a bad thing. Sometimes it is downright essential. Granted, my measure is not the smallest, and I do hold membership with the local chapter of conspiracy theorists, yet this does not keep me constantly checking over my shoulder. Beyond the fact that my neck would begin to hurt too much for my taste, I recognize that it is not all that necessary to constantly worry about things. The Mrs. would love it, in fact, if I would worry just a bit more about some things. Like the month of November looming on the horizon. Yes, that month the guest room will be required. It will get done. I will have it done in time, no worries. And I will do it my way, and...

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