It has been a hard morning for me. The fog has been making my head circus act up. I even started smelling smoke. There is not smoke or fire.
We were in the process of switching bedrooms because she’s convinced she saw a peeper by our back yard fence. Her room is bigger then mine but if I sleep walk, I’ll most likely go to my old room. As we’re doing this because of the peeper, my Dad came over and looked everything over and I stupidly said…
“Well, I didn’t actually see a peeper, I might have, but I might not have… it could have been a hallucination in the fog… And you know, the kid sis has been under a lot of stress lately.” (strike one)
I then stupidly tried to cheer my sis up by telling her… "Kid sis, it’s perfectly OK if you think you saw a peeper, Dad agrees we’re both not well. So see, we both might hallucinating… (strike two)
I told a joke that didn’t make it. (strike three) So I’m here at the library. But man, this is the loudest library I’ve ever been in. I’ll bring my sis here and then I don’t have to keep my voice down and I can tell her all the things I usually ponder about in a library.