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Day 68: Under the Spring Oaks

Fuck, this one is going to hurt. All day I tried my best to ignore the many electronic reminders set years ago, the ones bleeping and blinking up at me accusingly from nearly every electronic thing I own.  I knew already from past experience that trying to do my day job today would only end in unmitigated Excel-tainted disaster, so I did not even bother trying to fulfill those obligations quickly mounting in my overflowing inbox. Instead, I kept myself as busy as possible with all the stupid little details of the day to day pandemically-tainted grind- masking up and going to the store, just to buy stupid shit that I really did not even need.  Or want.  A cursory cleaning of my little blue house, …

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