Sunday mornings are usually dedicated to reading for me. Not so today. Instead, I informed relevant parties about what’s going to happen tomorrow, when shit hits the fan proper. It was a short call. As opposed to other vague things I write about, I – unfortunately – expect to be fully open about this come sometime tomorrow. It’s a sordid affair that hopefully will be over soon.

The weather is dreadful, rain and snow. Fitting. It’s just as well that I’ll work all afternoon. Not my average Sunday, this. It can only get better.

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