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I guess in the grand scheme of fuck ups, this one could be a lot worse.

Good morning, my peeps. Welcome to a new week. Chaucer is in my lap, and Mal is upset. I have a coffee. It’s sunny and clear but really cold. At least the wind has died down. We have a shrub next to a window, and the wind kept blowing part of it against the house.…

I feel like everything is just a big case of SAME SHIT DIFFERENT DAY. I’m awake, I have a coffee, Mal is crying, and local news is on the TV. Poor Mal, I wish he could talk and tell me what is so upsetting to him every morning. EVERY. SINGLE. MORNING. Someone should be here…