My mother just called me on the cell phone.
She'd had a premonition that I wasn't "Okay", so she reached out to find out if I was "okay".
I told her that I was fine... she was nervous, 'cause "she hadn't heard from me in a while". We spoke yesterday. She doesn't remember.
I'm fine, but now I'm nervous.
I'm looking over my shoulder and waiting for that Acme Anvil to drop from they sky. You know, waiting for that other shoe to drop.
Crap.
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