Friday Funk

I keep a bottle of vitamin D tablets on my nightstand, because I'm supposed to take one every day and having it right there helps me to not forget. This morning I popped the last pill in my mouth, from a container which began as a bottle of 400. Then, holding the damned empty green plastic bottle in my hand, it jumped into my mind out of nowhere that I had Mom with me in a WalMart when I bought it. "Those'll last you a long time, I bet," she had remarked then.

Not nearly long enough.