Today is my birthday (35, y’all!) so I’m taking the day off to celebrate, enjoy a little R&R and squeeze in a sonogram appointment at my OB’s office. In my absence, Miles, who is handling his new diabetic diet like a champ, by the way, has offered to guest write a few columns. Here’s one of them:
There is a fly in the apartment! Over there! Wait! There! No!
I have to calm down. But I can’t. I have to go over to the scratching board and scratch it out.
I feel better. Clear headed. Calm.
I still hear the fly buzzing around but it is no longer of any concern to me. I see it. Perched on the desk lamp. I won’t chase after it. I’m not going to embarrass myself again. I’m better than that.