As I got ready to leave I felt like my veins were coursing with battery acid and my nerves plugged into a 220-volt outlet as synapses fired and missed: Send 94th birthday card to Mamma Ginna. Vote. Water plants. No, get dressed, then water plants. Where’s the card? Answer e-mail. Can’t find address. There. Okay: stamped. Wait — 42 cents? Check USPS. Need melatonin? Call Mom. No, finish audio module functinality specs. And invoices. Need […]
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