I have no one to talk to but myself...at least, not in PERSON, face to face. I can talk here and know what I say is “safe,” but that’s not the same as venting my spleen to someone deserving.
I’ll go get some pink wine when I check my finances. They weren’t looking good this morning.
Maybe your mail will have Little Something. I think I mailed it on Tuesday.
I have to find Kathleen and put her to bed.