My left ankle is messed up. I’ve no
idea why. I’ve slept for two days
not feeling well. It’s what I do. But
then when I get up to move around
a little, that damned ankle! It’s just
about ten p.m. and I am craving a
diet soda. I’ve nothing left finance-
wise until the first of the month, and
it’s not even the 15th yet. But wait!
I’ve hidden a buck fifty-one, just the
right amount for a Diet Coke, in a
medicine container on the bottom
drawer of my living room chest. So
I limp the few blocks to the corner
store to pick up a Diet Coke and limp
back. I’m feeling much better already.
