May 5, 2021
I clapped, 50 times, and it felt good. I don't think my claps are attributed to me though so you'll never know which ones were mine. I hope never to meet daddy and mommy, glad you survived with that killer sense of humor. Well done.
I have been writing in one form or another for many years, I just didn’t realize I was doing it. I have admitted it of late and have been happily typing away.