Tomorrow will be a test.
For a scheduled 7 hours, workmen will be climbing in and out of the spine of my house as they install a new a/c. Due to the layout of my hermit’s abode, there will be very few places for me to burrow my panicky self into and hide.
Thankfully my mother will be here on the front lines allowing her eldest to assume the fetal position and disappear within her presence.
I sicken myself, and the world, no doubt, tires of me… but I continue to carry on.