Ghostwriter
I don’t know what is happening in the hospital with my brothers stepson. I have not called to check. I am not even certain what questions to ask. How did I let that slip my mind? Did I assume that someone else would do it? I really don’t believe that will happen. I think that falls on my shoulders.
Here’s where I need to stop and get to the task at hand. Someone must call.
Your mind needed a break perhaps.
Probably so. But time doesn’t ever seem to stand still.