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
