The house is quiet this morning except for the ticking of the shelf clock, and the distant murmur of M watching “Electric Company” on her computer at the far end of the house. There’s a strong odor of bacon too, after I made some for myself and everyone smelled it and came to ask me to make some for them.
I’m doing some housecleaning on Pitr, packing up reference copies of my already-ripped albums, kept in case I ever have to make another copy. Depending on how broke I feel, I may go rent a mower from Home Despot and do the yard, which needs it desperately after the last several weeks’ rains.
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