Or, "Yesterday's Mail."
I beg your pardon. I throw myself on your mercy. I even ask for leniency, since no mail went out today. I slept until after 1 PM. Last night felt like nothing more than a bad dream. The illusion lasted just long enough for JC to hear me moseying to the bathroom, before he appeared bearing gifts: three prescriptions. Then the memories of last night came staggering back like a spavined mare on her way to the glue factory. I couldn't help wincing. Not supposed to tense up. That's a no-no.
So, I relaxed, ate, rehydrated, slept some more. And here I am. Silly me, forgot to post a photo of yesterday's mail. The number 5 seems to be the It Girl lately. I wonder if JC will let me dictate five postcards so he can pop them in the mailbox tomorrow? Here he comes. Shall I ask him? BRB.