kitchen. Using my groceries. I did not respond. I simply wrote it down.
At 9:30 p.m., David Henderson emailed me the draft notice. At 10:15 p.m., I approved it. At 10:22 p.m., his assistant wrote back that a process server would arrive the next morning. I slept better than I had in months. Not because the problem was solved. Because I had stopped pretending continue reading …
