It’s morning time and I miss your …
I got up late having had a fitful sleep – a sleep that was interrupted by dreams of my asshole neighbors contesting my fence (which James is supposed to erect on Monday), of the screen moldings that I did such a lousy job priming, of so many other things that I have no control over – all enough to start my day with an anxiety rush that could paralyze less than the average bear.
Then I went to Lowe’s and there all my peeps were like Hey Ms Dangermond, your fridge is coming tomorrow or Ms Dangermond, how ya doing? We find ourselves in kindred spirits in the weirdest places.