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It's 12:49 a.m.

I try and write these late at night, before bed.  A day review before bed.

I LOVE my cat.  Yes, she’s older.  But she’s so Goddamn loving and kind.  We’re settling into a routine whereby we deal with each other’s foibles.  And learn how to accommodate them.

1:10.  Bedtime.  Jaime’s been in bed for a while now; but. Noooo, I had to watch Colbert.

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