Wednesday, January 9, 2019
I'm getting better, I swear. I go to the shoulder doc today to see the future. Anxious, I confess.
Rough days could lead to better nights. That's what someone said. To what can rough nights lead? Can and could are vague enough terms. Maybe. Maybe not. The future is always couched in such terms.
I haven't been watching the news at all, but I read that Stormy Daniels was folding clothes in her underwear on Instagram while Trump made his speech. I'm missing much.
I'll let you know how this afternoon goes. Probably.