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#morning

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Good morning. 🍂🍃🐶

18 April 2025

I’ve been staring at muddy water spots on the bottom of my office door for days now. I really should grab something to wipe them off. A detective conducting a splash analysis would probably conclude that one of my dogs came in from outside, wandered over to my office, and did that signature shaky, splashy thing that wet dogs do. The spots are pretty low on the door, so my money’s on Ben. That’s a solid guess, considering Ben usually makes his presence known by shaking and producing the unmistakable flapping sound of his long ears. Oh well, living with dogs requires patience and the occasional cleanup on aisle seven. Speaking of dogs, Charlie just strolled in to remind me that mealtime is right around the corner.

"Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell." - Emily Dickinson

Good morning. 😴⏰☕

17 April 2025

Coffee, anyone? Morning rituals are sacred, and making coffee tops my list right after waking up. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one. It’s a habit, though not necessarily a neurologic one—or maybe it is, now that I’ve looked up the definition! What I meant to say is that it’s not really an addictive habit. If coffee isn’t an option, I just go about my day—albeit stumbling into walls and tripping over dogs. Coffee is supposed to be an eye-opener, and it definitely earns that title, considering I have to open my eyes just enough to ensure the cup’s lip meets my lips. I usually savor my first cup while greeting you with a cheerful “Good morning!” And now? It’s time for round two.

"What goes best with a cup of coffee? Another cup." - Henry Rollins

Good morning. 🦆🦆🦆

16 April 2025

I still remember my first record player. It was green, a portable model that could be closed up and carried by its handle. I have no idea what became of it. When I joined the Marines, I relinquished all claims to my worldly possessions, and the player simply faded away. I had a few albums back then—The Young Rascals, Country Joe and the Fish, and some others I can no longer recall. Funny enough, it's possible those records are still tucked away somewhere in the back of my small garage. Now that I think about it, the green record player might not have been my first; if there was one before it, I don’t remember. Memory is such a peculiar thing—far from perfect.

“Right now, I’m having amnesia and déjà vu at the same time. I think I’ve forgotten this before.” - Steven Wright