Oh universe, is this what you got for me?  An allergic reaction to paint or parsnip?  Please. Send me your redness, your burning, your itching, your pustules.  Throw down this gauntlet on the day of the decade anniversary of the death of the father.  Do you remember the days of the oft malfunctioning 1985 Volvo? Oh how I’d cry as I dialed the towing company yet again.  Well, I’ll still cry, universe, but when it is done the tears will leave me feeling more alive.  More visceral.  Eating breathing oozing and crying, ha!

I dropped my phone in the toilet and that was pretty much the end of it.  I will see what I can do to secure a new one free of charge.