My great Aunt Annie had an outhouse in her back yard. Fortunately, it was no longer in use as she also had indoor plumbing. We kids were not allowed to go near the outhouse because we were told there might be snakes in it. This was enough to make my brother steer well clear of the outhouse, but made me want to go into it even more. I wanted to see the snakes.
This is an appropriate picture for today, because it sort of symbolizes how I feel. Crappy. I'm going to go take a shower, feed the snakes, and try to get into bed early.
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