Friday, Friday.
It's a night in. Willa's pleased because I think she glared hard enough at Sucio that he gave up his spot curled up next to me, so she could claim it.
What do I have to offer? Not a whole ton. No exciting updates or new stories, not much snow, no deep insights, just the week closing. Sometimes, I guess it just does that.
Yeah.
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