It does put one’s worries in perspective, at least.
Sometimes, one’s artistic vision is a little askew.
More of a vocation, really.
A job by any other name …
The secret is, everyone is.
A sandwich-provider in need is a friend indeed.
Sometimes the ties that bind are golden and flaky.
Never hurts to be prepared.
Some days (months, years) leave you feeling more human than others.
Manners matter, even with made-up maladies.
At least she had imaginary insurance.
“Mystery” is, perhaps, an overstatement.
It’s more fun to leave room for surprises, anyhow.