Time to work. A job. Leaving the house for a full 8 hours. Talking to people other than those in T-Town and my furry friends. Mike so excited for me to bring something more to the table than internet soundbites. Didn't sleep well. Way too cold in the upstairs bedroom. And then walkway covered in smooth ice. The Mazda's surface suddenly 3-dimensional.
Time to work. Coffee. Lots. No more drinking during the day. Tho I have always ascribed to the belief that there are only three excuses to drink in daylight hours:
Special occasion or Holiday
Vacation
brunch
Time to work. I've delayed too long. And now I'm out of cottage cheese....
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