There I was making lunch to take to work this morning when Cindy came up and sat by my feet. We had the following conversation:
Me: Why are you here?
Cindy: Why are any of us here?
Me: Oh, is it existential crisis day?
Cindy: It is Monday.
And indeed it is.
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