A back heavy week and a trip to Helena are behind me as I rub my eyes and greet Labor Day.
I aced my job interview, but I did not get a chance to look at the home rental I had my eye on.
I ate the hottest hot wings in Missoula, my wife beat me at my favorite board game by one point, and my car faired better than I expected on the interstate.
If I stick my hands out palms up and shimmy them up and down with a pursed lip, I can't help but feel like things are going ok.
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