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Faithful Diary,
The Saturday that sent me from moderately afraid of this house to utterly terrified of living here started out remarkably. Often, when one tells a story such as this, they say precisely the opposite: that it was a day like any other day. But this particularly morning was nothing like any I had experienced.
Every second Saturday, I sleep in. My work schedule sees me working either Saturday or Sunday morning, varying from one week to the next.
I couldn’t have needed my sleep-in more. I’d been working extra shifts, and then coming home to cook and clean and sort through moving boxes that remained to be unpacked.
One might wonder why Terra couldn’t wash dishes when she was home all day.
One might wonder...
Generally, if I have the day off, I will sleep as late as 7:
