Day 164— Hand

The AC's back in business, the birds are already rebuilding their nest (the copious amounts of Febreze I sprayed where their nest used to be must not be fazing them; I didn't have a chance to try out Mike's ferret urine suggestion, but the idea is definitely in the on-deck circle at this point), Felix just licked up the chocolate pie crumbs on a plate sitting on the coffee table, the kitchen smells like clotted milk, I have new bed sheets waiting to be washed and snuggled in, it's time for me to get ready for work, and I suppose all is right with the world. Well, not really. But in my bubble, it's passable.

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