I’ve had worse days, I guess

Number of Arnold Horshack-sounding belly laughs out of me today: 1

Number of random crying jags: 2

Number of times someone said, “Aren’t you supposed to be on vacation this week?”: 3

Number of articles left to edit at 4 p.m.: 4

Here’s to not hearing another Trumpish cocaine stiff for the balance of the day. I have a big fight to go have with a neighbor later, so I’m saving my rage for that.

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