If you’re a new reader to this space, you don’t yet know about my chronic disease. What started as an itch in my brain several years ago, has now morphed into an all-out syndrome.
If you’ve been reading for a while or live in my life, you already know about my ailment and you’ve probably been an unsuspecting victim at least once.
Maybe someday, there will be a cure.
For now, I have breakfast to make, e-mails to answer, a flower bed to weed, and another load of laundry to take out of the dryer. But first, help me remember where I left my drink, glasses, phone, and pants. As is the case with SOS, one has to back-track their movements to find the missing pieces.
The drink is on the washing machine, the phone is…
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