where did everyone go?

Thank goodness for Pat Cooley.

And Michelle.

I’m back. l I wasn’t sick, but my Helpers were. I pushed too many buttons in error, and I was locked out of everything.

Son John came, as he does every Wednesday now, and called everythihg bacik, the Helpers that is. I am forbidden to do anything without callig him first, or best—I am to do nothihg. I am forbidden to try online shopping, ever. I can go to my gmail , to sign in and read, not to do anything. I just sent him a neat announcement about a new electrolyte consumable that’s supposed to be very good for you. I’ll wait for the lecture and scolding.

Ai me.