I came back and one cat has a limp and bald spot on her tail, the little man is now driving, and my new bed is a futon.
Like last time I returned, I struggle to sleep past 630am and the pistons slow to a halt by 8pm. The days are filled with tasks necessary for one starting their next business and moving to New York City in 6 weeks.
In between the periphery, I shall recount the stories that've been diligently awaiting their rightful rays of light...
Which reminds me: ever go to Echo in a limo?
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