“Oh, man!” I heard my husband complain. “You know what’s really not good?”
“Hm,” I said. “The fact that my replacement Kindle was broken? The fact that I seem to be losing my hair? The fact that the medicines I need to help manage my illnesses are breaking down my body?!”
“No,” he replied. “When you’re in a battle with the skeletons, and your batteries die.”
Yes.