Ah, back home...

After a brief stopover at the apartment early this morning, I'm back where I ought to be: up at the office, drinking liquid sleep and writing flattering lies about Frost. It's cold up here now, and rainy. But you know, sitting here at the computer with a sweater on, a coat across my legs and a baggy shirt draped over my shoulders, the only part of me that's cold anymore are my feet. Oh well. Just had to take a break. Back at it.

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