My tinnitus sounded like screaming mice yesterday.
My wife and I went for a hike in the woods before it rained and only got a little lost.
I ate a slice of bread when we got home.
Hey, that’s moldy, said my wife.
I spit it out but had already swallowed some.
It was whole-grain bread I had baked; it was sort of grayish anyway so the mold didn’t stand out.
I had a bad stomach ache. I don’t know if it was bc of the mold, but that’s my guess. It felt like all the other times I’ve poisoned myself.
I slept on the sofa in case it was not the mold but rather something contagious.
The cats liked that.
Today I feel better.
My wife cooked borscht, with a beet from our garden. It was good.
It’s a gray old day outside.
Shall you resurrect the “You ate borscht” Post-It for the bathroom mirror?
Maybe the mice screams, the hole and the bread went to war and you were the battlefield.
Hike not hole
Maybe the mice screams, the hike and the bread went to war and you were the battlefield.
KayO: The thought had crossed my mind :)
Karan: That’s a perceptive theory.