Brittle

Pandemic grocery shopping done.

I now have enough food to survive two more weeks.

Unfortunately, I also picked up a migraine on the cold meats aisle.

After a night of puking, I think I’ve finally expunged the beast.

I’d like to thank my fragility for kicking it up a notch in these quarantining times.

It is most appreciated.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe, the Brittle and Unsound