On the way in to work this morn­ing I real­ized that the phrase “your name is ‘mud’ ” applies to me in a a quite real sense. My name is mud. I love puns. But that’s not impor­tant right now. Entropy. It has been on my mind late­ly. So many things are on the old nog­gin and lit­tle bits appear in my oth­er ram­blings until I real­ize there is a filet mignon cut up into all the ham sal­ad of my oth­er posts. Or at least a sir­loin.
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