The office is surprisingly full this afternoon with people who spent too much time eating turkey and need to make up the hours. I brought in some leftover pie to offer to anyone who looked like he'd been here all weekend, and they approached like vultures. I quickly ran out of pie. And it was good pie. My mother made it, despite her quickly-approaching dementia. She doesn't understand why I have to work so hard. No matter how many times I explain it, she doesn't understand. So now I just tell her it'll pay for the assisted living facility she's inching closer and closer to each year and she shuts up.
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