“What do you want for your supper tonight, Chuck?” my father asked over the phone this evening.
“Is it okay if a get Little Caesar's pizza tonight?” I replied and asked. “I am getting tired of chicken pot pies.”
“Sure,” dad said. “Do you want to get an extra pizza for Maggie?”
“That would be nice,” I replied kind of astonished, knowing I would be eating most of it probably for breakfast.
“Charlie and I are heading out about 7:45 so we will probably see you around 8:30 depending on how backed up KFC’s drive-thru is. Horsefly has to have his chicken fingers. That’s the whole reason we do this.”
A Rough and Tumble Day…
My arch-nemesis mental illness was acting up today. That’s just how the ball bounces sometimes. I woke up with a buzzy and fuzzy feeling in my head and it went downhill from there. Paranoia has been today’s theme. I couldn’t get it together enough to even shower and shave today. I’ve spent most of today sitting in front of a computer listening to music which soothes and calms me.
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