Today I feel like a steamship has taken up residence in my head...riding the waves of the ocean in a storm. Yup...that bad. So, I'll be calling out sick.
I'm paid hourly, so no work...no pay. I never worried about stuff like that 3 years ago. I had a back-up plan named Mike.
This widow thing is a pretty weird way of living. On one hand, it's kind of fun to be calling the shots. On the other hand, it's unnerving to be calling the shots. I guess I just need to find another back-up plan. One without a name.
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