Howdy,
“You afraid of depths?”
Noooo … Confusion. Why?
“Your ‘zipper’ is.”
So, recently I took a restroom pit stop during one of my writing races at a “local” coffee shop—“local,” meaning in our T-Town, not local, not this time, sorry (and kind of also it is what it is, so how sorry are we really …?).
That’s what you do when you get extended hours to work in a coffee shop, take bathroom breaks. Or at least I do. I try to drink a minimum of one large (didn’t say “Venti” so you don’t know where I was for sure) cup of ice water for every coffee or tea I sip or suck down.
So, as a way of stretching my legs and back I make my way to the restroom a time or two during a long session.
All very fascinating and relevant to you the reader, right?