The only constant, part 2
It’s my day to be with Dad. I’m packing up for a 24 hour stint. Toothbrush, pillow, coffee, laptop. Ziggy the cat knows something is up, and is following me around, howling to be picked up or simply climbing my leg. I’m due there in about an hour, so time to finish my packing, eat […]
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