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In case you’d forgotten, this is the correct way to read a book.

(Yes, by a big pile of unhung art, on top of a heating grate, next to a liquor cabinet, with a manic dog that sucks on his back paw to self-sooth.)

Everything has a beginning, a middle, and an end.
Sometimes, in the middle, it’s hard to remember how it began.
It’s often impossible to know how it’ll end.
If you’re in the middle, just know…
However it began, it will end.
All things do.

I don’t know who needs to hear this but…

That thing you’re going through?
You’re not the only one going through it.
You’re not the first to go through it.
You’re not the last to go through it.
No matter what it is.
You’re not alone.

Today is Beatrix’s birthday. She shall henceforth for the coming year be referred to as Beatrix, age 12.

Official celebrations were held yesterday. In lieu of gifts, she requests that the adults in the room preserve her democracy and save her planet.