Placid Suspicion

Off to the grocery store for the first time in 13 months.

And I’m, surprisingly, steady about it.

No knuckle has been chewed off.

No skin has been rubbed raw.

Heck, even my stomach is alarmingly placid…

The only conclusion?

We have a calm-before-the-OH-CRAP!-storm-thing going on.

Yep, cue the “Clean up in aisle three!” man.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe