Things That are Not Good

Talking to a woman on the playground for twenty minutes today only to realize as we were parting that she had no idea who I was.



My mother calling me this morning to tell me she's got the Shingles.





My mother telling me that Charlie may have the chicken pox.





My mother telling me that I should probably leave the playground now--just to be safe.



Not being able to finish the twenty-four invitations we made by hand.