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Now the wind needs to stop.

The ground is wet and I can’t throw bread outside yet.

Greetings and beatings, y’all. We’re up. The sun is shining. Yay. I’ve been awake for a couple of hours, but in denial for part of that time. I’m not doing enough, I can go back to sleep if I just try harder. Chaucer snuggled me. We enjoyed the laziest of days yesterday. Shawshank made brunch…