Yesterday morning was brilliantly bright and achingly cold – the worst sort of weather for me, since I am both clinically photosensitive and have that pesky “fingers feel like they are about to snap off” disorder.
Trudging from store to store, stall to stall, unable to find not only pumpkins but also new pie tins, cheesecloth, half a dozen other required items, I just lost it, indulging in a moment of quivering dismay.
Much to the irritation of Byron, who instantly took my state as a direct attack, and chastised me.
I burst into tears and said I’m only in trouble because I learned to have emotions!
Charming companion looked startled, then agreed True…. I liked you better when you were a robot.