Balance is the key, and not my strong point; juggling being more my way of life. One crisis at a time; take one a day as needed. Not to exceed two in twenty-four hours. Overdose may cause symptoms of headache, nausea, pain.
Following directions could be vital, but I’ve no patience. I call my father anyway. “You drove?” I ask. “Of course,” he says. I cover with my doubts the Olds would even start. Worry fades, he’s safely home, but then of course, what I’d been trying to avoid since autumn: “Did you find the wrench so I could change the spark plug in the chainsaw?” “No,” I say, “I’m sorry, Dad, I forgot.”
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