I have been working on a post about this article, but I am afraid it sounds too earnest and judgy to see the light of day tonight. Metaphorically speaking, of course, since the light of day disappeared HOURS ago (not that I'm bitter about standard time or anything, she said with more than a trace of rancor). So tonight it's search term haiku instead.
Four-month-old hungry,
Infant pulls away from breast,
Abhominable.
Tonsil grading and
I hate nursing covers; hold
baby constantly.
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