12 degrees tonight? Guess I better get busy carrying in firewood.
Snow this weekend? Guess I better make a storm run to the grocery store and fulfill my Mad Max duties.
Dishes, laundry, cleaning, firewood, bills, groceries... seems like the list never ^%$#@!* ends.
But, I guess if it ended, that would be it then.
Maybe I should be happy about having a never-ending chore list.
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