|  |  | | I'm caught at work and my brain has started the slow-upping turn that suggests some ideas blossoming. I don't want to work but must do, must, and will be shifting as a result. Because you make my head less itchy. 
 How is the Shift this evening? Humming, thrumming, making itself known in the furthest regions of your brains?
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