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Good morning, and happy Monday. I know it’s Monday because Mal’s internal clock tells him I should be putting on makeup right about now. Consequently, he’s standing by my makeup area, crying for the cuddles he’ll get when I eventually put on my face. Today is another human day. I don’t need to actually go…

I have handrails. People showed up yesterday, but not until around 10:15 am. I texted our agent at 10:30 and told her “there’s two cars outside, they showed up about 10-15 minutes ago and they have yet to start, I’m going grocery shopping.” I’m not sure what time they actually started work, but I assume…

Adjust the schedule AGAIN? Sure, why the fuck not.