"Have you seen my blue notebook?" I say to my son watching tv/drawing a picture/entertaining himself in our living room.
Stigmum can't post when he's in the room and nor can I read her, if I want to.
Stigmum is my sanity. I need her.
I live in a high rise. I'm a storey short.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment