My house backs onto a parking lot for DMV workers. This morning - the last morning of 2025 - I awoke to repetitive honking from out there. Someone had apparently triggered their vehicle's alarm, and couldn't figure out how to turn it off. At a loss to find a solution, they began driving in growing circles around the parking lot, in the hope that would help. It seemed they had become a Good Humor man of anxiety, spreading their distress all around. A fitting way to end 2025. 2026 will be better.
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