11:16 am.
There is a stack of catalogs two feet tall from the past week of not reading my mail daily (KoH is unable to distinguish what I want to keep and what I throw away and errs on the side of caution by never nearing the trash can with anything that comes in the mail.)
The Dormouse is running around the kitchen bare naked with the imprint of the toilet seat on her butt.
I have not yet showered and am still wearing my pjs.
Nice to know that all that professional dress nonsense of the past week didn't affect me permanently.
Normalcy has returned and all is right with the world. Ah, how I've missed it.
There is a stack of catalogs two feet tall from the past week of not reading my mail daily (KoH is unable to distinguish what I want to keep and what I throw away and errs on the side of caution by never nearing the trash can with anything that comes in the mail.)
The Dormouse is running around the kitchen bare naked with the imprint of the toilet seat on her butt.
I have not yet showered and am still wearing my pjs.
Nice to know that all that professional dress nonsense of the past week didn't affect me permanently.
Normalcy has returned and all is right with the world. Ah, how I've missed it.
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