The woman eyes my items and tells me that she’s worried about how available CBD oil is now. “I mean, what’s next?”

I am using a frozen pizza to ice my knee. I know I shouldn’t answer a fool according to their folly, but hanger gets the best of me. “Hopefully pain relief and dinner,” I answer.


This morning, I heard Oprah say that she’s at a place in her life where she doesn’t interact with people she doesn’t want to see. Dearest Oprah, how do I get to that stage?


I am suffering from the type of writer’s block that comes from having too many political conversations with Conservative Christians.  It’s not that I have nothing to say, but rather that I don’t feel like talking to y’all anymore.