It's grey and brown outside today, and lukewarm, like poor-quality tea. As I prepare to leave my job, I am running through my last few days of PTO, and I took one, today, so I could vote and prepare our taxes and do six loads of laundry. (Six is a sight exaggeration. It is five. But six sounds better. Will I ever stop sacrificing substance for style?) I also swept the stairs and changed the furnace filter. Life in middle age is one long party.
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