A phone call lurks tomorrow.

Thirty minutes booked with my psychiatrist. Just the usual, scheduled stuff but…

On.

The.

Phone.

In other words…

Welcome to “H-E-double hockey sticks,” my friends.

Throwing a nut into a pandemic isn’t enough for you, Fate?

Does tossing a cursed phone into the dementia pot give you the giggles?

I hope so.

Somebody needs to be having some fun around here.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe