Really? After sleeping poorly, driving five-and-then-some hours to make it back to Arcata just in time for a dental exam, followed by learning that his baseball bag with his uniform and all his new stuff has gone missing, dealing with the subsequent domestic drama, making dinner, cleaning the house, making the bed, staying up till 10:45 p.m. despite the exhaustion to make sure he’s okay and he’s 31?

I am killing seven more minutes before I can recheck him. Please let him have come up past 70. I love him so much. I wish I could make this go away.


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