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August 30, 2015
The sun steps over the window sill and into the room, stepping in brightly and wearing muddy work boots. Little bits of mud fall off onto the carpet and begin slumping down into the nap. I give the sun a wry look but I can see he is too self-absorbed to notice the dirty boots on the carpet. I will have to run the vac after the he leaves and the mud dries. I hope I won't have to shampoo to get the mud out. The sun is still smiling at me. I wonder what he has on his mind.