Dear Newton, I need an external force please.
When my mother visited she had a few ‘intervention-like’ conversations with me. One of the most memorable was the, “I’m worried because you have only two speeds: all go, and all stop”. It was memorable because all I could think was, “yep, that’s me”.
Lately though I have been more all stop, no go and I fear I am going to merge with the furniture.
Love ya,
H.
