The Con That Wasn’t

Sat. 11.05.16 – I am eating dinner after a day of a crushing migraine that dashed my weekend plans and would not go away, even the face of Imitrex and a diet coke. Finally, eight and a half hours after taking the Imitrex and three-quarters of the way through the second diet coke, life became mildly bearable again.

Twenty or so minutes into the bearable life, there is a knock at the door. I get up from my dinner and ask, “Who is there?”