I admit it. I have become the slightly wacko, but harmless uncle that no one wants to be trapped with at family functions. How have I come to this low state? I hold the almanac to blame. Over the years this little book with the hole punched in the upper left hand corner has wheedled its way into my life until it occupies a spot somewhere between guilty pleasure and addiction.
I know that the length of day today is twelve hours and forty seven minutes and the sun sits at a declination…
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