Yesterday morning, I begrudgingly got up. I showered, packed dirty clothes into a carryon and walked out the door. I had gotten home very late Tuesday after coming from another hospital, as Mr. Fidget had a heart attack Monday night. While everything is fine on his front, it was still arduous to go, see him, drive to the east side to drop off
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