There’s something wrong with me.  Things like this:

And this:

Just don’t do it for me anymore.  The other night, IK exclaimed, “Oh!  It’s really pretty out right now!” as the sun was setting.  I peeked out and, eh, I really didn’t care.  I wasn’t in a bad mood or anything.  I just didn’t care.

Now,  I’m not a miserable human being who hates puppy dogs and chocolate.  I don’t even hate Dominica.  It’s a beautiful place.  I’m just tired of it.  And I’m ready to go home.

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