Elen didn’t know. Maybe Sally does, but she’s hiding somewhere with the telephone.
It’s probably too late now. I’m sure I’m something akin to the Plague in this person’s estimation, but that’s OK. I’m not being paid to Know It All.
I want something good to eat for supper, but I don’t know what it will be. If I can’t find it in my freezer, it probably doesn’t exist.
However, an Arby’s Medium sounds VERY GOOD!
Maybe.
I’ll be leaving soon, because my bed is calling. Maybe the morrow will bring me something better to dwell on besides my arthritic bones.