I’m typing this outside in the rain, keeping my dog Hank company so he won’t bug the guy fixing our garbage disposal.
I find this activity oddly relaxing (even though I’m beginning to suspect I’ve got my slippers on the wrong feet), and it seems like an apt metaphor for what happened to me over the last few years; for many hundreds of days in a row, I f…
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