Dear Dominic,
Sometimes I forget how great you are and how well we get along. (Having to bark at remind you to take out the trash and recycling takes its toll on both of us.)
But as we were leaving our place this morning to head to Savannah, I saw you at your best.
Wee morning hours are not great for me. It’s my own fault: We needed to get to the McKinnons’ house before all my Zoom meetings began.
As I was trying to get my watch charger in the dark, I whacked my forehead on the nightstand.
I was still rubbing my head when I told you it was time to go.
You saw the lump that had formed immediately.
You: What happened to you?
Me: I banged my head on the nightstand.
You: Come here. (Gave me a hug and a kiss on the forehead.)
Me: Did you just kiss my boo-boo?
You: That’s the treatment!
That was very sweet.
But then later when I took the ice pack off, you went back to normal.
Me: How do I look?
You: Like Voorhees.
Thanks so much.
Sigh.
Love you anyway,
Mama
Observe and report 
Ouch!!!
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Yeah. Even with the ice, it’s quite the bruise.
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