So we’re back in Brooklyn, but all three of us are sleeping, hanging out in jammies, and generally relaxing. My brain, consequently, is quite fuzzy. I’ll resume the joyous dailyness of this place when life goes back to normal (read: kinda stressful, but more interesting than saying “Slept til 9. Ate breakfast. Listened to Son’s litany of Pokemon characteristics. Wished I could remember any of it.”)
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Have a happy New Year! I totally understand the slug-like feeling.