Woke up. Black sky. Sound of rain in the distance. The cat was nervous. Toast for breakfast. Fantasy sense of something dead approaching.
Big mess in the hall (someone forgot to sweep up a pile of discarded papers). Didn't look at them, just threw them away. I hate the night janitor, though I've never met him.
Didn't watch TV last night. Would have cleaned the house but I don't like to bring work home.
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