I think...
I think...
I may have an ending for this.
However, that ending will require an extensive revamping. Right now it's in first person past tense. I'll either have to stick it in present tense, or third person, for it to work, because it involves the main character having his memory stolen so he doesn't report back anything bad to his superiors.
*ponders*
In other news, the Hubby went to the clinic this morning (wonder of wonders, it's open on Memorial Day) because he's having a severe allergic reaction to something. This happened last year as well, but last year he had to go to the emergency room in the middle of the night, because his hands and feet were swollen and it was moving to his throat. This year, it started yesterday afternoon, but he held it off with benedryl until today.
I'm so tired. Dealing with sick people wears me out. And I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop and for ME to get sick, since three people in this house have had the vomiting and diarrhea thing.
*points at shiny new icon* I've said it before and I'll say it again:
howardtayler is a genius.