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Woke up remembering a poem of Tyler Knott Gregson’s…a residual sentiment from last night.

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But this morning I am firmly in a house in need of cleaning, with classical music playing, the smell of maple sausage coming from the kitchen, and a cat staring me down across a chessboard.

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Every weekend I try to arrange it so that I have one day in which I don’t need to leave the house. Today’s that day. The ache has receded and I feel ready to tackle a list of both writerly and mundane tasks!

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