Year 5, Day 317

I finally felt well enough today to set about dismantling Christmas, a task I dislike enough to regularly question how badly I want to set everything up to begin with. It took a couple hours, but once the tree was undecorated and out of the living room, I could finally relax again. Everything was once again in its place, all was right with the world.

Miles, five minutes later:

“Daddy!” he said before bed. “Can you not clean up my pick-up truck tonight?” In case anyone was wondering exactly what this was.

I did not clean it up.

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