17rd in A Nice Dream On Elm Street

I’m alive. Mom has some kind of flu right now, went to drop off payment for my registration and she was in the doorway with a mask and gloves on. Concern.png
Jarrod’s dumbass was out of the hospital for about a week and he texted me today he’s back in there. Freakin’ A.
Grandma keeps wanting me to call her mom says she’s “scared”. I love her to death but I lived there for like 3 years, I’m fine. I’ll call after work tomorrow, I’m tired. Sorry.
Be good, E.T.’s