Sometimes what is

A better hat

…and sometimes what isn’t.

The other day, searching through a linen cabinet, I came across a cap that Randy wore when we had to shave his head for a Hail Mary treatment that included electrodes on his scalp. I was horrified to find it, then I angrily threw it on the floor. I wanted to tear it up and spit on it, but I restrained myself. (Fortunately, Erin took it and threw it away. I assume. I haven’t seen it since.)

Then, today, I received my primary ballot or guide or whatever. I didn’t look at it, because what I noticed first was that there was only one. We had always had two - one for each of us.