notes on the morning of January 3rd, 2021

Nobody wants to get up. The dogs, they lay here even after I’d made the move to get coffee. They’re watching the neighborhood through our bedroom window. Squirrel show, random traffic. I was looking through an old issue of The New Yorker from July by my bedside, I’m working my way through my ever accumulating …

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