Put me in a car with a migraine-ish headache for 7 hours and my Cozy goes topsy-turvy.
A plot that at Hour One was well-defined with just enough ‘give’ to be healthy, by Hour Seven has kinked itself up into some barbaric self-strangulation hold.
Apparently, I am a dangerous place to be with a headache.
Great to know.
Time for another latch to go on this hermit’s door.