Done. G’night, Ed.
Bye, Titus.
Jesus, what had I just gotten myself into?
* * * *
Sunday afternoon I spent delivering meals and doing safety checks on the elderly. One of the oldest residents on my roster fainted while I was visiting, and by the time the ambulance arrived, he had slipped into a coma. I carried that event with me for the rest of the day.
Voldemort actually lay across my lap that evening, perhaps sensing how down I was. I petted him lightly while I watched On Golden Pond, a favorite movie of my father’s. I fell asleep near the end, and when I awoke the next morning, my neck wasn’t happy with me.