Now my thing is dreams about being dragged back to the hospital, no escape. I have another “test” coming up just this week! Following a day of “dieting,” of course. Nothing like having something to look forward to.
It’s been raining all weekend, so I can’t sit in the sun and calm my spirit.
I have just found out today is Father’s Day. Last time we visited my dad for Father’s Day, we played stickball.
Nobody left for that anymore.