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NO WORRIES, MATE

 


Wrote 1,750 words today. 

Swept and mopped the kitchen and dinning room floors before Ian brought Midas over around 6 PM.

Ian never got around to taking Midas to the vet. He thinks he's okay, even though he still isn't eating much.

Ian didn't look well. He looked puny, like he's lost weight since Tuesday.

He complained his throat hurts too much when he swallows, so he isn't eating well.  He also complained about being really tired, not having any energy.

Covid sucks.

It's 9:30 PM and I'm ready for bed.

Midas suddenly started barking at the front door. Ian did not lock it when he left. So I've been sitting here all this time with an unlocked door.  

I've been out in the backyard several times. Someone could have slipped in and hidden in one of the bedrooms.

Surely Midas would be throwing a much bigger fit if a stranger was inside the house.

He doesn't look worried. Neither am I. 

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