And That's A Cold Shot, Baby. Yeah, That's A Drag
Monday. We moved the desk out today to the living room from the office. Leiney removed the rolltop's screws last night, so Jenny and I easily got the two pieces to the living room with the help of a hand truck. Soon after, around 9:30, Jenny left for her 10 am at the chiropractor in Ballard. She texted me and said he was running 30 minutes late, likely a lie to buy time. Even so, a 1030 start would mean she was done by 11:30. She got home at 1:18. She said she had had lunch at McDonalds. She left Eric out of the story, but I'm sure she saw him. Certain. Title from Cold Shot by Stevie Ray Vaughn .