Sunday is tough in the best of weeks. The day of church, homework, and foreboding about the week ahead initially looked pretty good: it was sunny.
Thank God for the codeine…. even if I did whack old Mrs. Jones in the shin with my crutch, at least I got to sleep though the sermon. Waking up covered in drool I could have lived without, but still.
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