Today, I slept from 4am to 6am.
I saw my father off at 7 since I won't see him for the next two weeks. (He left for Texas.)
It's definitely Sunday, and I've been awake since the sun rose. Which never happens on Sunday.
Oh, blessed day of rest, I have failed you.
And, y'know, I never realized how much morning there is to wade through.
I've done a
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