Return to normalcy

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Apparently I have begun to develop a reputation as something of a weirdo. In order to prevent this calamity from turning into total ruination of my public character, I am now going to publish a True Story from the Hearth:

The Big O woke up today before I left for work and after eating what was left of the peanut butter with a silicon spatula (magenta), he asked if I would play with him. I had a couple minutes, so we rolled cars back and forth at each other.

Until we developed axle problems--that pretty much put an end to that.

But that was okay, because it was time for me to leave.

So I gave him a hug and left.

When I got home, the Big O and his mother were napping.

The end.