The dog has been staring for a good hour, something he commences every day at 7:14 AM and works hard at, an inch or two from my face, until my eyes remain open and I roll out of bed to take him down the ladder, into a collar, and out in the world to unclench.

On this morning I also need to unclench with some urgency. It’s not as bad as some days - when you wake up from fever dreams of speedboating across clear lakewaters with a terry towel in your mouth and a boiling vat of kerosene in your lap…</i>

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