It is a slow morning where getting back into bed would be the most desired thing. However, in lieu of that, I will drink too much coffee and leave my ramshackle apartment in search of juice and nuts to get me through the day.
OK. So I had these dreams about a house that was my house in the woods and it was infested with rats. I could hear them scrambling around. The house was mine, and I really wished that it was my house in real life. But the rats made it uninhabitable. I believe it's an allegory for being Mountain Man. Sometimes it seems nice. Other times it is unbearable.
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Very Sincerely Yours,