this is not a fic rec

*Last night the wind was so loud I thought it was the plow truck.

*The power is currently ON.

*At this point it’s probably easier to figure out getting to work than figure out staying home.

*But we’ll see.

*The parking lot has been plowed, in the sense that a border has been plowed around the edge. Guess where I’m parked? (Spoiler: not the edge!)

*It’s Friday, which means tomorrow is the weekend.

*We can do this, right?

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