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I’d learned from the Big Book that there had been a time when the world had four different seasons a year. Each season had its own festivals and holy days, mostly connected to the old planting and picking times. One of those days was the one I had been named for. Now, in the times after the world had gone into the new system, there were mostly just two seasons: cold and hot. And not much rain or snow in either one. The snow on the ground now was what my dad had called an an-o-ma-ly. Between the cold and the hot, I’d take the hot, but I didn’t really like either one.
I was sorry to leave Droopy behind, and I did worry for him. But in these times, too much worry was a luxury. It could fill your head with a thought poison that could cause a person to lay down and die. You had to keep goi
