Found this while doing some research at the local historical society. I was on the cutting edge of technology in 1988!

At the new job, I’m back doing work that requires a ten key. (I guess it’s not technically a ten key but that’s the term we always used for it.) So rather than using the one already at my new desk, I brought in the one I had from my old job. It’s probably twentyish years old. Fun!
If your baseline assumption is that the universe if meaningless, you will of course find no meaning there.
If, on the other hand, you look for, inquire after, draw up the meaning in your circumstances, you will find meaning.
Does that mean it’s all “just” in your head and therefore false? Of course not. By embracing the meaningfulness of the cosmos, you are co-creating that meaning alongside it. You are performing the human role of making conscious the interrelatedness of all things.
Tolkien:
[Frodo] found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams.
Especially in the autumn. What is it about autumn that stirs up that wanderlust? I also feel it every year.
Last year I quoted the Old Farmer’s Almanac definition of “dog days of summer”. I thought about that definition again yesterday because I think they’re wrong about the dates, i.e., July 3 through August 11. That’s too early around here.
OFA mentions that the dog days get their name because of the dawn rising of Sirius, the Dog Star. So I checked on the dates of the heliacal rising of Sirius around here and it appears to be Monday. So I’m going with that, because it fits my theory. I would verify it myself but it’s hard to get an unblocked view of the eastern horizon here in the wooded hills of southern Indiana.
There’s also the very biblical 40 day length in the OFA definition. That would have this period ending around September 20th. That also feels about right. The worst of the heat is behind us at that point and you’ll sometimes gets hints of fall.
So welcome to the dog days of summer. Plenty of heat ahead of us, but it’s the beginning of the end.