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Awake. Well awake again. I’ve been tossy turny this morning. A little too warm I think. And I’m stuffed up, so that didn’t help whilst trying to stay asleep. So here we are. Crystal has been up for about an hour longer than me. She turned on the coffee. She’s awesome.

Day off today. It’s Remembrance Day here. In a few hours I’ll be walking up to Veterans park for the ceremony. Then back to the Flat.

Last night after work, we went to one of the local restaurants. We were greeted, and were asked if we just wanted “our usual”. So we didn’t need to see menus. In a few minutes our food came out. I swear that each week they see how many fries can physically fit on one plate with a burger. If you head over to Crystal’s page you’ll see the amount of fries they gave me. It’s insane, I couldn’t finish.

So everyone out there. Happy Remembrance Day, or Veterans Day, or simply, happy Friyay. I hope all y’all have a good day.

In Flanders Fields, the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.