The well is dry. Seriously. I've managed to scrape out the last little bits of blog topic from the jar lately, but now my brain is as empty as the paper products aisle in a grocery store in late spring 2020. I have spent the last 48 hours staring off into space, trying to daydream, and even that is just returning static. Maybe I ought to just turn in early and hope that something exciting wafts by me tomorrow. I mean, if daydreaming isn't working, maybe it's time to start night dreaming.
Anyway, here is a battle for space I don't see often: Jackie literally trying to move her butt onto a pillow Athena nabbed fair and square.
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