I’m tired. Very tired. I’ve only had four hours of sleep in 24 hours. Grocery time was routine. Mom disapproved of me getting two 2-liters of soda, but I couldn’t resist. They were on sale for 88 cents each. She checked my groceries when I got back out to the car. She even opened a box of Poptarts to look for over the counter medicinal contraband. I smiled good heartedly as I looked on. They have learned well over the years. I live with an arm of the Gestapo.
I ended up pacing the floor all day long until I was absolutely exhausted. Many cigarettes were smoked and much soda was drank. I am now enveloped in my lazy boy in my “bunker” as my brother calls it. Dad should be here soon with my medications and then I am going to bed.