Today is the ides of March, a festival day for honoring the God, Mars. Also, on this day in 44 b.c., Caesar was assassinated after failing to heed the prognostications of a soothsayer. Or at least that's what Shakespeare wanted us to think. I will be leaving for Jamaica in less than 30 hours. Hopefully I will avoid both the knives which did in the great dictator perpetuo, as well as the overindulgence of lascivious wassails which did in his headstrong scion, Marc Antony.
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