Well, this is embarrassing. I’ve lost my bearings.
As I went skipping off on the way to Funny a wicked, fearsome storm blew in. The sky turned black, the wind howled, and a bolt of self-discovery knocked out my guidance system. All my instruments — compass, coordinates, brain stem — bzzzzt, fried. So where does that leave me? No idea. Nothing looks familiar and I’m not laughing, so, nope, this isn’t Funny. This is Lost.
Please bear with me.
I’ve a woeful sense of direction, so I’m asking everyone to be on the lookout. If you see a dazed and disoriented woman in shorts and t-shirt, tennis shoes and earbuds, that’s me. If you’d be kind enough to point me in the right direction, I’ll just be on my way. Or, better yet, call me a cab. My navigation is still very iffy.
Thank you. More news will become available as communication is restored. Um, maybe.
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