So I took a moment to do what I always did whenever these neuroses attacked. What would I do if I suddenly lost it in some sort of escalator or escaped hungry lion accident? People laughed, but I lived only a few short miles from the zoo.

As I fed Shackleton and began scavenging for clean clothes, it occurred to me how difficult these simple tasks would be without my right arm. As my dad always said, anything and everything is possible in the morning. In reality, I would crawl home after working late, feeling too exhausted to do anything but maybe test out some ninety-nine-cent tequila.īut it was way too early in the day for such cynicism. I promised myself I'd get to all that, but I knew I was lying. Minute stomach crunch set, the do-it-yourself manicure, and the new dictionary word for the day. Considering I was supposed to meditate for thirty, I'd have to postpone that until later. Right, the bottle of wine from the ninety-nine-cent store. If I didn't do shots with Willie Nelson and Nefertiti, then whyĭid I feel hungover? A brief glance into the kitchen brought it all back. Staffer who only had twenty minutes to get to work. Me that I was not a party-hopping sorceress but rather a Capitol Hill NPR's Morning Edition crackled into my consciousness to remind Congressman Francis, do you expect some sort of bailout package for Exxon?' exceptionally long lines at the gas station. I checked in with the mountain ranges, the vast oceans, the tiny cities, the - '.

I plucked the edge of the cloud nearest me and draped it over my shoulders, fashioning a cumulus-nimbus pashmina.įeeling quite stylish, I surveyed the landscape below. Soon I was at thirty thousand feet, and a bit chilly. Flapping my arms, I rose higher and higher.

No way! I loved that guy! As I watched Winnie get down on the dance floor, throwing smoldering Pooh Bear glances in my direction, I all of a sudden felt myself floating. Willie leaned over and whispered that Winnie the Pooh had the hots for me. I downed one and felt my stomach immediately replaced by a large liquor bonfire that spread through my chest, its flames licking up the inside of my throat. The party really started to rock when Willie Nelson and Queen 'I'm working with adapting it and writing the screenplay right now,' Gore says. And the film rights to 'Sammy's Hill' have been sold to Columbia Pictures.

Sammy's Hill by Kristin Gore