ragtag daily prompt

Polly wolly doodle.

Maybe it’ll be a good day, maybe not. Maybe I’ll drown my sorrows in Wendy’s/

Those first weeks after finding that blue Rough Rider wrapper in the trash were the worst.  It’s understandable.  I’d spent years standing on the slippery rug on a hardwood floor that my marriage had become, afraid to take a step, lest I trip.  Instead of addressing the slickness of the rug beneath my feet, the…