Not yet

It is pouring rain like the end of the world out there. The remnants of Ida have arrived.

I really want to go to sleep. I’m completely out of gas. My “bed” is made and I’m ready, but the laundry isn’t done and my mother is awake and walking around. It’s not a pain thing tonight, she just won’t sleep.

I’m assuming the pillow case belongs to my nephew, but who knows. It could be dad’s. His pillow case has trucks on it.

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robertjames1971

I'm wicked tall.