Crazy storms last night.
I don’t like storms so much. Oh, I like the way they look enough, but there’s something about the way they feel that unsettles me. I get antsy. Sometimes I clean. Sometimes I make elaborate soups that require much fine hand chopping of vegetables. Sometimes I call Cassidy.
I should probably take up scrapbooking. But no way is it more fun than Cassidy during a storm.
Last night I called Cassidy.
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