Neamchiontach-
DON'T.
I am drunk* because I tried some of the new mead and I already took a Benadryl because everything is spring-blooming and my allergies are so awful. My eyes are itchy, throat dry and my nose so blocked it's like the Suez Canal was earlier this week. I am half-expecting him to threaten me for spending time with TJ (Dalt) but Caleb is weary still from his whirlwind trip (and boy am I glad he got back before this new lockdown) and weary from life and from me and just finds it almost comical today.
Lochlan must have a hell of a time keeping you organized.
He does.
I almost feel sorry for him.
You don't have to. He gets all the love.
Not Monday he didn't.
Says who now?
Bridget.
You're mad now aren't you.
I mean, I was here.
You're tired. You're really old, after all.
Wow. Thank you?
Don't mention it.
*(Drunk because I got to day-drink after mopping the entire house and the porches too and then I cut my finger really badly and now I'm off the hook for most of the remainder of the week but also it is very hard to type with only nine fingers wtf.)