It’s winter and I feel out of my mind. I call T and start up with my stuff. “I’m going to end up on the street with my really nice wardrobe.” I’m having nightmares at night. I keep having this feeling that people are taking things out my refrigerator.
“That’s a nightmare. Its where you keep your shoes.” I know T was concerned. Let’s meet at the Barking Dog. Right now.”
“I’m on my way” I yelp.