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July 20, 2006:

Stiff muscles, sore knees.

In the morning your mind never clears. It's like gauze over your consciousness, as if your brain were missing some crucial fuel, or you'd slept poorly.

When your knee bone achin' and your body cold
When your knee bone's achin' and your body cold
Means you just gettin' ready, honey, for the cypress grove.

-- Skip James, Cypress Grove Blues

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