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Silly me. I almost had a crisis because I thought I was more than a giver of pets and food.

What I'm reading: Jim Grimsley, The Ordinary

Smoke In the Workplace

And fire in the skies. Actually, a small grass fire in the park down the street. Our air conditioning is pumping the smoke smell in, though.

(cough, cough) Boss, I think I'm getting a headache. I may need to go home.