I'll Be Over Here Digging a Bunker

We apologize, but Life in Rehab is taking a break from the garden today.

I'm feeling lazy, so there will be no post.

I stepped outside and decided I didn't like what I saw,

 didn't create a stinking thing,

and then came back inside and loaded the shotgun and found our machete and Claymore,

made a hat out of tinfoil,

and started stockpiling squirrels.

The yard struck me as foreboding.

It may just be me.

But something tells me it's a good day not to work outside.

 We'll be back tomorrow.

We won't be streaming old episodes of Supernatural today, I assure you.

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Until then, if someone could explain this uneasy feeling I have, please do.

I just can't put my finger on it.