The news is a nightmare and keeps getting worse, when I try to listen to some Depeche Mode on my phone I find that my music library has been corrupted somehow, I try to watch the baseball game and find that my cable box has fried and probably taken everything on the enclosed DVR with it, I’m under some considerable time pressure at work, it’s late, I’m exhausted, I don’t have anything to write about tonight, I’ve got less than twenty minutes before midnight, desperation is starting to set in, I’m searching my computer and picture directories frantically…
…and I find a set of photos labeled “Raccoon Sex.”
You just have to trust the process.
These are obviously from the old house, where raccoons where either a feature or a bug.
Panic averted – buy hysteria isn’t far away.
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