Where’s Devon

I woke up this morning, late by most standards, after my third night of insomnia. I looked at the clock through dry, scratchy eyes and wondered why I was still in bed at 7:30 a.m. Oh, the time change. It’s really 6:30. Okay, so not really, but you know what I mean. I then bustled out of bed to find some coffee. Okay, again, not so much bustled as limped for the first 20 feet while my age...
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