The wife smashed up the Oldsmobile Thursday morning. Nobody hurt, at least not seriously, but the Olds got a lot older. And I spent a frantic day trying to teach a class, deliver papers and tutor writing between ferrying her to the hospital.
When I got home at 8 p.m., just before falling asleep at 8:20 p.m., she said the doctor had given her a few days off work.
"Can I get a doctor's excuse?" I asked.
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