Sometimes you read a sentence that just captures perfectly where you are in your life:
"What sort of midlife psychosis had possessed me to make such a bad decision and, worse, to drag my wife—who could tell a daffodil from a lily at midnight—along for the ride?"
Sometimes you read a sentence that just captures perfectly where you are in your life:
"What sort of midlife psychosis had possessed me to make such a bad decision and, worse, to drag my wife—who could tell a daffodil from a lily at midnight—along for the ride?"