this morning was like butter

It's almost eleven and I'm still in my bathrobe –– never a good look unless people are calling you Hawkeye. In fairness, I spent the morning working on the following ...
and some more things, but now I need to jump (hop? prance?) into the shower. I still need to do corrections on a book (design/production stuff) and then cough up something for writing group tonight. What do you think –– murder? vampires? a meditation on suburban ennui?

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