It’s off to work I go. I only tortured Howie with four snoozes on the old alarm clock. Poor guy. They need to make a wireless alarm that fits in the sleeper’s ear like a hearing aid, one that won’t disturb one’s bedmate. Note to self, give Howie a big smackaroo for putting up with my non-morningpersonishness.
Plot: A garden, a grave or a story.
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