The Fifty-Fourth Day of Winter
Some days suiting up to take out the trash and check the mail feels like a major accomplishment.
Those same days are the days when I contemplate the sad paradox of ordering everything online so that it can be shipped to my door but then having to make multiple trips across the arctic parking lot to dispose of all of the shipping boxes and packaging.
Those same days are the days when I contemplate the sad paradox of ordering everything online so that it can be shipped to my door but then having to make multiple trips across the arctic parking lot to dispose of all of the shipping boxes and packaging.
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