Tomorrow will be a test.
For a scheduled 7 hours, workmen will be climbing in and out of the
spine of my house as they install a new a/c. Due to the layout of my hermit’s
abode, there will be very few places for me to burrow my panicky self into and
hide.
Thankfully my mother will be here on the front lines allowing her
eldest to assume the fetal position and disappear within her presence.
I sicken myself, and the world, no doubt, tires of me… but I continue
to carry on.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
