Even a hermit crab must abandon its scavenged shell at some point.
Whether they survive this outing is up the Fates… and dentists.
Shedding my secure mantle of reclusive-yet-relatively-sane Cozy Mystery writer, I will spend 2 hours ripping my sanity to shreds in a dentist’s chair today.
The only bright spot?
My shell and pen await.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe