So, today, a random posting that may become a regular feature. I don’t know, because I don’t know anything these days. Anyway. Voices from the Journey. Echoes. Things people say. Things you know are all part of a new and different landscape. Words you might not normally hear. And of course, you handle it. You handle everything. But you want there to be a record of this. I don’t know why. I don’t know anything.
9 am phone call from Stephanie, yet another (really, you can’t imagine unless you’ve lived it) medical bill collector.
“I can tell how sick someone was by the amount of the bill. I’m sorry.”