Great. Now I’m silently humming the Gilbert O’Sullivan song. Not sure why since I’m most assuredly not alone again, naturally or otherwise. G’s asleep and my daughter’s sleeping on the sofa. (My youngest is spending the night because they’re doing the follow-up fumigation for bedbugs at her apartment.) Neither am I sad or depressed, just…
Perfecting the Art of Insanity, One Day at a Time
