Good morning. I will shower today. Vlad turned up, saying he had a stomach ache. He got a Tums, gave Shannon her thyroid pill, and went back to bed. Shannon hates us all today.
Good morning!
The shower is done, and I’ve already begun to move things aside in honor of Sharon’s visit, though I don’t know why I bother. It will never be clean or neat enough to suit her.
So, now I need to turn my hand to the business of writing to Charlie. My hands are so stiff and clumsy in the morning, I almost hate them. But that would be unkind to appendages that have served me so well in so many things.
Shannons just gotta Shannon!