My younger daughter, who turned 22 today, just got a phone call from the Peace Corps. They’ve accepted her into their ranks. The application process is grueling and they admit only about one in four applicants, so this is a giant honor. She has a week in which to decide whether or not to head for Eastern Europe. I’m so proud of her.
I kinda sprained my ankle last night. In the dark, I misjudged the last step on the outdoor stairs and, on my way earthward, heard the gentle clicks of soft tissue being rearranged. I waited there in the grass patiently for about a minute, dirty laundry tastefully strewn across prone body and environs.
Congrats to M! And what’s Em doing? Planning the route she’ll take as she drives you to your ankle specialist? She looks soooo cute, and your ankle doesn’t!
“decay. onerman.”