When I am low on oxygen, my lips become numb and I slip easily into sleep. MC says I become very pale. I hope you are taking notes; this will be on your final exam.
This has been weighing on me. Now the bills are all paid. I had to start teaching MC how to do it. He has never even seen a credit card statement. But it is done and I am exhausted.
Perched to one side of the room where I mostly live now is a device oddly resembling Artoo from the Star Wars films. (That is the dumpy one, isn't it?)
I finally have my e-mail working again. For the past week, I have been able to receive but not to sent e-mail from my principal addresses. Just another glitch in Comcast.