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What is it about Sundays in November?

They always seem to have a certain quality which saps one’s energy for doing things. This is not a bad thing by any means; but a very curious phenomenon. I seem to remember P.G. Wodehouse writing something characteristically witty about this fact, though I was unable to find it with a brief Google search.

I find that my mind has a tendency to wander on these days, which is quite interesting; only it makes blogging coherently, as opposed to just rambling like you see me doing now, rather difficult.

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