In my entire life, I have never been able . . . to read through an entire magazine.

      I have wanted to; I have intended to—I even remember, having in my office, some Audobon Magazines—for just such an express purpose.  I had them for . . . some time (over 2 & 1/2 years).  I even–painstakingly–fixed them, with tape, when some of the pages started to detach themselves. . . .

      But I never read them; in fact, I never read (the whole way through) any magazine.

      So . . . over the course of a weekend, I endeavored to force myself, to just steadily plod through one.

      Ironically–once started–the project "fed" on itself—and I only had to break for "mental fatigue."

      I couldn't believe it.  I just couldn't believe it.  There I was, making steady, and well-documented progress.  Logically, my mind started to see—the potentially inevitable conclusion to all this. . . .

      There is was, on 3/29/2020 Sunday–whilst doing a load of laundry–it . . . happened. . . .

      I . . . FINISHED . . . A . . . MAGAZINE. . . .  (!!!!)

      Curious what it was?  Those that know me. . . .

      Well, scroll down.

      Scroll down some more. . . .

      No I mean, really scroll down. . . .

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