Good morning, and welcome to Sunday. The neighborhood rooster is crowing. Mom‘s bedroom door is closed, and my cats are pacing. Brian says Mom’s not feeling good. I’m not sure if she’s awake or not in there.
I think I hear noises. Either she’s awake, or the zombies have gotten her.
We eventually went shopping yesterday. I dropped a lighter on the register’s belt with the test of my stuff.
“You can put that back, we have lighters at home on the junk drawer”, Mom said.
“I’m sure,” I replied, “but yours don’t have a T-Rex flying a bike across the full moon.”
“No”, she said, “I don’t think I can compete with that.”
That sounds like an amazing lighter!