Times are a changing…

A Partridge Photo by TR Davis on Unsplash

“Oh me, oh my. Whoo, whose bright idea was this? I’m too old to party. Seriously, I mean it. Who am I talking to? I’m talking to myself. I think I’ll lie down now.” Partridge dropped onto her bed, and focused on the clock on the nightstand. “Why are you looking at me like that? I forget something. Yes, something… Oh no. Oh NO.”