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It’s cold, it’s wet, the cardboard is dissolving, and the handmaids are coming.

A post where I talk about everything but the fact that this country is fucked.

I don’t know what got into the cats today. They took turns chasing each other across and through the house in the wee hours of the morning. They made more noise than is appropriate for pre-dawn. It’s like two bowling balls rolling down the stairs. I don’t know how long they did it for, because…