So much for teaching the Charleston.
Nature bitch-slapped me back to my childhood on Thursday morning. Always nice to find yourself in the condition where your mother has to visit you and check to see if you’re alive or not — from age 35 to age 9 in a matter of seconds.
So much for the last two days. Not exactly the way I expected to start March Break…but I’ll have to make the best of it.
Now go away and let me sleep for a bit.
