Matt and I had dentists’ appointments, today, well— hygienist. It all seems real enough. We latch onto the catch phrases and our names, and we try to pick up where we left off six months ago and we pay our bills and make appointments for next time. I have a cavity so my next time is next week.
It was a tiring day.
Son John came to help me with the mess I keep making trying to shop online, or changing my password(s) when they are just fine as is only I don’t know it.
What’s real?