The hermit survived.

Never mind the messy proof of residence freak-out over spilled over state lines to take out my mother pre-cereal, I did succeed in getting a new driver’s license.

Things are so stupidly hard for me to do that even successes are half-deflating to my ego.

Oh, well. Time to get back to my Cozy Mystery and pretend I’m sane for a spell.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe