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So freakishly weary this afternoon. Glance at clock. It reads 3:59.

Thoughts:

• time to make coffee
• in three hours, can get no-nap girls ready for bed
• we can make it three hours
• I think

Short time later, finally rinsing and filling coffee pot, glance again at same clock. It reads 3:40.

How can this be?! Twenty whole minutes have just been tacked onto my afternoon through visual cortex clerical error. Oh, cruel, cruel, cruel!

The pain is real.