Nearly all of my few clothes are black.
One shirt has a hole on the side of a breast. One is ripped at the collar. Two are too small and short. Two are large and comfy but attract every dog and cat hair to where I have a fuzzy front when greet people.
Hello, have you seen my sticky wands? I bought two, but cannot find them in this constantly revolving movement between bags, suitcases, lodging, cars, and appointment venues.
Where was I yesterday and where am I going today and tomorrow?
I think I have lost myself in the constant flurry.
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