Monday, March 23, 2020

Day 15: Pawshank Redemption

This morning, while Laura and I sipped our coffee and stared listlessly at the wall wondering what day it was, Milo sat at the front door and stared through the screen. Rousing myself from musings on the seasonal behaviors of stinkbugs, I noticed a strange twitch in Milo’s tail. Suddenly I had the odd feeling that a plot was afoot.

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