“Mom’s cold; Put on a sweater.”
“Gargled with warm salt water yet?”
“To the moon and back.”
I’m at the dining room table with about seven little notebooks full of different “To Do” lists spread out in front of me. I’ve got to merge a few of the lists into something inspiring for the start of the week before I put on my hamster costume and get on the treadmill again. Double bleaugh.