The Bloody Doors Off

I now have a full understanding of the concept of isolated showers/thunderstorms.

Marlo, Maddy and I drove into town earlier.

Their main street is about the size of my living room, but I wouldn’t wanna walk it in these heels.

(Alice Baker. The Promised Land. You must’ve seen it at the Hamilton Fringe in 2019.)

On our way back, we drove through a literal wall of torrential rain.

Seriously. seeing into it was like peering through an opaque shower curtain.

When we hit it, the sensation was akin to my enjoyment of going through a car wash.

These dentures are pissing me off.

I’m getting better at chewing, but everything has changed. I’m much more aware of my eating habits.

It’s like being introduced to solid foods again.

Lemme see if I’m gonna like this.