The other evening I wondered when sunset was so that I could know when S*bb*th had arrived. No internet at home to quickly check. No chart on the fridge or time markered on the white board in the Main House kitchen. No friend next door to consult.
Then the familiar wail started up from the m*sque down the street, and I knew that S*bb*th had arrived, as sure as if I'd checked the internet or consulted the white board. Who woulda thunk that I'd welcome Friday sunset by that call?
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