Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Rome.

I’m pretty sure there’s a Mountain Goats song about this. I’m equally sure it doesn’t apply.

Last night was the second night of the Spouse’s sleep study; last night was the second night in as many weeks that my plan to spread out across the whole queen-sized bed was thwarted by Beezel, frantically burrowing under the sheets, looking for the other human who just had to be here somewhere. —And this morning I once more made a full dam’ pot of coffee before remembering I was by myself and couldn’t possibly drink it all.

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