I will only have enough time left on God’s green Earth to say my “goodbyes” to those I
love. Then, the fire company will proceed to pull the truck back, bringing me to a certain quick death, rendering me nothing but a Humpty Dumpty who’s had her last big fall.
No. Wait. Clock. Look at the clock. It’s 6:30 a.m., and the eighteen-wheeler is really my alarm clock! Okay, THAT I can handle. Stretch, yawn, I’m up. I’m awake and ready to face my day. Another day, no problem. Clock..