Things You’ll Be Thrilled to Know
My house did not exist in 1892; it was a small tract of land held by a private owner. Personally, I wish they’d developed an extra bathroom.
The ride to the Public Archives is all downhill. It’s all uphill on the way back up.
Hell Week ends tomorrow. Nothing on this earth is getting me up Saturday morning. I haven’t slept properly in well over a week and a half.
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