On the way from the Farmer's Market to my in-laws yesterday. I usually go to the Farmer's Market early to avoid running into people, but it didn't work out that way.
And all I could think was
"I'm not okay.
I'm not okay.
I'm not okay."
So I pull up to the gate at my in-laws and hold out my permit for the security guard. He says
"You're alright.
Have a nice day."
Oh.
