Stranger, Danger?

You’ve made it once again to the weekend Travellers,

Here’s how my morning began…at 6:14 AM I was awoken from a deep sleep by the sound of retching…it seemed loud, really loud and masculine and yet distant… I thought of Charlie, maybe it was a hairball situation, because the sound of puking is not foreign in my house full of furry, animals domesticated predators, who don’t always make good choices with what they put in their mouths (I’m looking at you Ramona..)

You know how when you are suddenly jolted from sleep, you’re not fully here, you’re still somewhere back down the rabbit hole of slumber, so your sense of “what the fuck is going on” is deeply inaccurate? That is exactly what happened…

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