I just got off the phone with my wife. We were talking about her mom, who just moved to a nursing home in Evanston from the hospital in Joliet, and will now be going to a new nursing home in Rockford that is on the same network as another nursing home in McHenry that we want to get her in so she'll be closer to us.
While I'm talking to my wife I must have been stress-chewing on my finger, because after I hung up I looked at my hand and the most absurd looking happy face was imprinted on my finger. The gap in my front teeth (from my genetically inherited missing eyetooth) gnawed a perfect set of eyes and the lower teeth somehow dug a furrowed smile into the fleshy part of my index finger. It was almost as if my hand was telling me to cheer up, lighten up, let a smile be my umbrella.
I told my hand to fuck off and went back to wallowing in stress.
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