It was just a bottle of bleach.

And it was everything besides the bottle of bleach.

I was going to soak the kid’s bath toys and went to the closet for the bleach. Then I remembered when Marisa and I bought that bottle of bleach. The story is funny, interesting and unimportant.

I was overcome. I felt flushed. Besieged. Weighed down. Assaulted.

Which goes to show that all at once, my world can overwhelm me.

MdH

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