Rock and his cat Jo were held responsible for life on earth. It seemed insane to Rock that someone had organized this collusion and that the survival of mankind depended on it, but all he knew for certain was that his blood glucose level was far too low to determine what steps he would need to take, so he reached into the chest-of-drawers in his back bedroom for a tube of energy gel.
A few minutes later Rock realized it was Wednesday morning. Daylight had begun to spill into his front rooms, and it and the sugar brought clarity and relief. Neither he nor Jo would need to do anything for the immediate sake of anyone.
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