there was a message in my potato
saturday morning, brunch time.
i got woken by the horrid cat, and went upstairs.
ryskie was already curled up in the comfy red chair with macbook.
we grunted at one another, and thus ascertained that there wasn't any coffee yet made.
i began preparations.
at this point, i didn't realize the supernatural forces at work, and the true import of my morning.
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