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

Friday makes a splash like the foul turd it had to be: the judges’ scores on the dive are decent, except for the Russians, as usual.

It’s Monday again. Our weekend, as always, was too short. My Saturday workout was so good I’m still feeling it. The Saturday shopping was a cheaper than expected, always a pleasant surprise at this time of year. We spent Saturday afternoon trying a first run on Gloomhaven, which ended up involving a lot of stopping…