In the Strange Days we make fun choices. We make them based on having no idea what is next. We know that the days all feel like they are a copy/paste of the day before. Thinking about the future is not an exercise for the weak of stomach. And yet, we must pass the time and find ways to amuse ourselves. We do things that are not exactly impulsive, but perhaps they weren’t on the table when we knew Things.
So a puppy. I hear it’s the new sourdough of the U.S. Epidemic.
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