Crepuscular genetics strike again

It's 8:00 on an almost-summer evening. Sun has just recently set. Air is cooling down. I took a nap earlier, played with the dogs for half an hour in the yard before dinner, and now am refreshed and ready to spend a couple of hours doing good solid work at the computer.

The dogs, however, are active, impatient, bored, persisent, pushy. Argh! Make them go away! And tell them to stop eating all those plums!

What? Oh, go look it up if you must.

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