Time in the story where I most frequently have existential crises, and question all the skills I’m normally (over)confident of…? The first. Frickin. Sentence.
And yes. I deleted and redid this status because of a typo. FML.
I’m supposed to leave for Boston tomorrow on business, so of course the corgi had a seizure, and my mother is having gastrointestinal issues and my son is celebrating his 19th birthday with a flu.