Somehow, this has turned into One-Shot Month. I can't predict it'll finish that way, but right now, we're four for four -- and as always, I'm not going to go to more than five in a month.
(I'm still trying to fill in the car's gap, and this week has brought a nasty reminder that I cannot get through the summer without a bedroom AC window unit. Also, July 5th is Laser #2 -- and all that still won't make me push for six.)
This is an idea brought about by a lack of ideas. I took her to the dentist yesterday, which wound up as three hours of 'Is she coming out yet?' -- and a total of three more spent in traffic. This left me pacing the room, unable to leave long enough to find a drink because that would be the minute she emerged (which I was wrong about. Over and over. For three hours), trying to think of something productive which would render the wait into something other than A Total Waste Of Time. But I was still worn out from the previous story, I couldn't think of anything other than the torture of having to wait without knowing how long I was waiting for...
And thus? This. 7200 words worth of 'this.'
My brain may be slightly weird.
Or just really tired.