The weekend ritual is now almost complete.
The yard work the housework the overpriced restaurant the monthly poker with the gang the shopping the sports at the park the sports on the television the big Sunday dinner with the family leftovers given to family dog the obscure metaphor that seems darker than it actually is and, of course, Jazz Hands deployed.
Today's deployment did not ward off hungry wolves at the doorstep, did not bring different cultures closer together and did not save any lives. No. Today's Jazz Hands were fairly garden variety. And that's alright by me.
Today's Jazz Hands will now enjoy riding the weekend off into the sunset. Day one-hundred and eleven complete.
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