Blue skies so vivid it appears unreal in West Texas

Tuco the Dog and I are eating our morning snack — strawberry Pop Tarts and coffee at 5am on a nondescript weekday morning. What day is it? What does it matter? Maybe later, somebody I am checking in will mention it is Monday or Thursday in off hand conversation. I care about it little enough to even check to see what day it

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