It all started Friday night when I lost a bet. I had to say, “Hi! My name is Barbara Ann” each time someone said something to me Saturday. I’d forgotten it by the next morning.
My hair appointment March 31 was canceled. My hairdresser , Ali, was pregnant with her fourth child and she sent me a text saying she'd been sick all night and couldn't make it.
Politicians use clichés when it suits them, and this year's presidential race is like the blind leading the blind.