The candy and flowers and cards have all been mutually distributed, and we all told each other we love each other, and now RW’s doing dishes and MG’s cleaning her valentine detritus off the couch before the Roomba comes to get it. And me? I’m working on the cover letter for the job application that’s due tomorrow, since my wonderful job ends by fiat of grant expiration in a month and a half and I’ve, you know, gotten into the habit of eating regular meals. Here’s my rough, writer’s-block-beati
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