Bah humbug

The talk with my boss went well-ish.
I went to bed early, entirely depressed from all the pain.

This morning, Sons#2 and #3 set off early, in the dark, to the eye doctor. My poor blind bat, Son#2. He needs to continue with the dreaded & despised eye patches for a while yet.

Meanwhile, domestic issues are calling me.
Perhaps it will even loosen up my back.
One can hope.


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