It was one of those days that started great. All three children are once more employed. One in a job he will probably love. Another making more than she did at her old job.
Then suddenly I am struck by what feels like food poisoning and I think I am going to die for a couple of hours.
Followed by a phone call from my third child and while I am talking to him I begin to feel better.
Now I am sure I will live, but I have no idea what happened, or why, or even why I am feeling better.
I don't know why any of this surprises me. The past five months, maybe the past four years, have been a blur of bizarreness.
We elected a petty dictator who is anti schooling, anti medicine, anti science, then the country was taken over by a plague that could care less what our little fascist commander believes in and people in real life are considering jumping off the edge of the earth, eating Tide pods, and drinking Clorox.
I guess I can't have it all. but at least my kids will live to work another day?
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