pandemic

Oh, Monday. You suck, and not in a good way.

He’s worried and bored and dealing with a potential hunger strike. I’m stressed and worried and my boobs hurt.

First, the worrying. Shawshank gets three free phone calls every week now. He called after dinner tonight. Since it’s not one of the pre-planned nights to call, he freaked me out yet again. He was pretty upset when he called the first time last night, and he doesn’t hide it very well. When I ask…