We’ve been avoiding the back porch. There’s a bird sitting in the next all the time now, which must mean there are eggs. Just opening the back door makes them mad. I respect that.
I’m drinking my coffee in the living room, sitting in the wingback chair I bought a few months ago. The back porch is way at the other end of the apartment. I’m keeping a very…
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