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Wednesday has arrived, bearing gifts of humidity and nightmares, and the promise of a fucking amazing grilled cheese dinner.

Greetings and salutations, my lovely darlings. Welcome to Tuesday. I’m awake, I’ve got a coffee, and Chaucer is angrily kneading on a pillow beside me. My lawn guy did an amazing job. I can go outside again, and I’m no longer afraid one of the neighbors might confront me about the state of our yard.…

I really don’t want to buy a vacuum, but I don’t want to stay at home in my hermit hole either.