One-Man Sport

There’s room on this sanity tightrope for just one.

Do you hear me? One.

Add a second nut to this swinging string and somebody’s going SPLAT! And that somebody is inevitably me.

I splatted yesterday.

Butt in the dirt, frown to the sky, I let the other mentally-iffy member of my family have the rope to himself.

Unfortunately, sanity is a one-man sport.

I’ve got to remember that. And not feel guilty about trying to save myself.

Until Wednesday (travel day tomorrow)…

Chloe