Chapter Twenty-TwoBeep! Beep!
Beep! Beep!
Beep! Beep!
The alarm clock jars me awake, again, at precisely 5:15am, again, and resembles nothing like the sweet, joyful notes of Happy Birthday. In fact, it sounds more like some sort of rabid Blue Jay alerting the entire wildlife population in the Northeast that I’m officially 42. I smack the snooze button with my normal level of aggression, instantly wishing I had the foresight to take a vacation day so I could spend it poolside while dodging Big Mama’s texts and calls.
I hear Phoebe make her way over to my side of the bed, not to give me any birthday love, but to make sure I’m going to get up and feed her breakfast. The dog’s early morning canine stink eye reappears and the overwhelming feeling of being used is oppressive.
But today is a
