It's Monday night and a week ago right now I was playing Bingo at Alibi's. It seems so long ago. As I am thinking about it, my phone rings with a message. It's from Ron. 'At Bingo' it reads. I text back; 'Wish I was'.
I want to go back.
Spent most of today unpacking, doing laundry, and moping about. I also call the insurance adjuster and leave a message saying that I am giving him until the end of next week to offer a settlement for the fall I took back in June or I am speaking to a lawyer. I'm done being nice about it.
