That’s me, waiting for Dr Big Shot, or the on-call working with him, to call back.  Flower Child was not better this morning.

The last couple of hours, though, have brought some improvement. Mrs Fringe is a tired Mama.

 

Luckily I ran into a neighbor when I was on my way to the laundry room with the puked on blankets; she was quick to tell  me of the evils that will surely befall me if I don’t sign the petition to block the increase of SROs in the neighborhood.  Too beat to make much of a case, I just told her I think it’s a complicated issue, and the people in question need support. She was quick to agree, and told me it’s too expensive for them here, they should go somewhere else instead– somewhere less populated. Like Wisconsin. Or Brooklyn.  Still shaking my head.