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
