Playful, elegant, and not above the judicious use of the word “shit."

Whomp!

A huge snowstorm thrashed the valley over the weekend, and it’s that time of year again when thirty-two pairs of shoes fall into a giant pile right next to the front door. This doesn’t stop the snow or the snow melter from drifting in and leaving huge stains all over the dark hardwood floors. I’m going to try to use this experience to reach down and achieve inner calm about the whole thing, but my outer calm can’t stop mopping the floors ALL DAY LONG.

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