A very strange day, creative but also destructive, accomplished but also slothful, staying mostly at home except for ducking out for takeaway, and mostly about work of several kinds and then not. Things seemed ominous, odd and out of order; if it never happens again, I won’t miss it.

A view of a gray quilt atop a California king bed with two windows, the sill of one which holds a small black cat, and a beige carpet covered cat tree

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