I’m sitting at Sally and Silverback’s house. Bear’s parents. We drove down so Bear could go to a wedding of one of his high school friends, and I was going to go into the LA Garment District and buy as much fabric as I could carry to make curtains and slipcovers and bedding for our new beautiful home.
That is, until we realized we couldn’t get the big beautiful new home, so now there’s not much point in buying fabric for curtains for the windows I don’t have.
We drove five hours so I could sit here and try to entertain myself while Bear visits with people he just saw at his high school reunion but hasn’t spoken to for ten years before that.
And I just got a shot of Lupron in my butt by a trainee with shaky hands and a knack for finding the nerves.
And Bear’s sister-in-law just went into labor.
Don’t mind me, I think I’m going to go drown myself in the pool.