There was a time

There was a time I felt guilty about leaving Richard in Portland.

Times have changed.

I no longer feel guilt, but unbridled anger that Richard gets to spend the week in that adorable apartment across the street from Providence, while I am stuck in this flea-infested, hell-hole of a harbor in a violent storm.

Do you have any idea how tempted I am to take his radiation therapy just so I can enjoy some me time in the big city?

Oh, come on. It’s just a joke. And it’s not that bad of a joke. If you can’t laugh, what is left!