Something feels wrong.
You know how in the Cowboy/Indian movies the pioneers will always be up at night guarding the doors with their gun and the man looks at the woman and says,
It's too quiet. Something is wrong."
I have that feeling here. Without the panic of trying to find Scout clothes and get them washed and ironed by 5:30 Monday night I am at a loss.
Someone reassure me everything is okay. I feel like the wolf is at the front door just waiting to pounce.
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