Doctor Mom Comments

It's Sunday morning,7am. My phone jiggles and a doja-cat ringtone jars me awake. It's Kim asking if we want to set out for some frisbee golf - you have to tee-off early on the weekend to avoid the rush. "No, I moan, not today" I say, licking my emery-paper dry lips and trying to focus my eyes on the giant LED numbers of my alarm clock, "Leong and I got shot, " I add for maximum dramatic effect.

Later, about 11am. I'm lead-ball tired and so is Leong. My arm hurts so bad I can hardly lift it. Leong says hers does too. We're kind of binging "Riverdale" but, in reality, we're curled up, blanketed, and surrounded by pillows on the living-room sectional couch, napping off and on.
...
Read full text