The sky is falling

There are people fixing my roof. I found this out at 9 a.m. on Monday morning when large chunks of debris began falling past my window amid a loud, repetitive pounding. And then I saw the shadows of the people on those little boards suspended from ropes. And Jeff quickly got up and shut the blinds.

But I definitely realize what an awesome luxury it is to feel like 9 a.m. on a Monday constitutes a rude awakening.

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