Current status: ready 

It sounded like upstairs has been potato-sack racing in spurs for the last 20 hours. 

But then I saw a bunch of strange men … and a moving truck. 

I’ve gotten fooled before, but I did take a photo of their open door and assorted crap outside of it.   

I know better than to be hopeful. But, you know, after 240 nights without sleep, I’m kinda ready for more than three consecutive hours of peace

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