There is raccoon shit in pyramid piles on my private balcony outside my home office. Those monsters are mocking my attempt at a leafy greenhouse.
I am losing the war.
My voice has dropped to craggy lower registers. I keep losing my phone, keys, sunglasses, tickets…Fatigue is tearing at the edges after too many late screening starts and loooooong running times that stretch way past my bedtime.
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