So I'm walking. I'm walking. I'm walking. It's early in the morning and I'm walking . No stopping. Nope. Just walking. In comes Hubbend out of the blue, and for once I don't jump out of my skin. I normally do because I get up in the pitch black of night now and work out all alone for an hour. I stare into space waiting to reboot for half an hour before that, but it doesn't seem to count as exercise. So for an hour and a half, it's like I'm all alone on the planet. My own little universe. Nice. He wants to debate about whether or not Beansprout should go to school. Really, he knows he's not allowed to make a call like that alone because I'm the one dealing with the insane energy darling boy. Smart man. We just about get to the part where he leaves me in peace and I have finished when it happens. Something small and dark zips like a ping pong ball into the door across Hubbend's foot and under my moving treadmill. ...
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.