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I saw a dead rat this morning when the dog and I were on our pre-work walk. Fortunately, I saw it before the dog did. So, listen up, whoever or whatever in the universe is responsible for strewing dead rats about the city, next time could you maybe toss a kleenex or an old piece of paper towel over the corpse, because ew.

I worried briefly that the rat might be a forewarning of the kind of day that awaited me but, to my delight, when I arrived at work the woman I was dreading having to speak to because she's the most long-winded, tedious moo on either side of the Pecos had called in sick. Apparently, dead rats are good luck tokens. Who knew?