For my holiday, I am going to the unoccupied territory if there is one
I’d rather stay in bed like Pascal waiting for my vision.
Can’t you see when you get up?
It’s what I see, the kitchen floor, the washing up
Can’t you get help?
Only for writing
That seems odd
I’n in Luck down
I hit my bad hand on a shelf in the fridge
Get rid of it!
I’ll mull it over