Wednesday, August 27, 2014

 

This morning, I am Rose, maybe.

Where’s Sandy?

I don’t know. (I am Sandy, but I’m tired and not feeling playful. I woke up exasperated!)

Are you Rose?

No, who am I?

I don’t know. Are you Rose?

No.

Are you Sandy?

Do you think I am?

I don’t know.

 Not an auspicious start of the day.

I showered mom and filled her cereal bowl. She is now in the kitchen beating the hell out of the Cheerios. It’s a wonder my cereal bowls aren’t all chipped by now! This is one of those days for me. Not a good one. I need to go out onto the porch and escape whatever madness awaits me.