I'm trying to keep my wits about me. Don't be surprised if you hear that I had a near fatal breakdown at work. I have 6 weeks left officially. And the way I look at it is that's about how much time I waited for my lousy stimulus check, or the length of time it would take to have a cast removed from a broken limb. Every morning when I get out of bed to get ready for work I say a little prayer to CLAUDE!
I ask him in quiet thought to eiter :
a) give me the strength to make it through this day.
b) delight me with the sound of a water bag breaking....
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