We were driving and you called Misinterpreting words and coming up with odd ways of understanding Motioning with my hands you get the message Hanging up the phone & redialing the right number
It was dark, then light; the round orb appears in view- dressed in rock crevice. You’re on Mars. Out of this world. Can you haiku what you would do?
I must confess, the telephone is an abhorrent means of communication. Granted, from times past it was a wonder of our modern era-Harken! What's this? More crossed wires.
Put a damn mask on. You are not being oppressed. This is public health. Cornell University 42 USC 264