My name is Sarah and I'm .... There's no question about it. I'm addicted to playing solitaire. I've become painfully aware recently that when I'm writing/typing/doing anything on the computer, my fingers are aching instead to move the red queen to the black king, the nine to the ten. It soothes me in a way I can't explain, but it's also far too time-consuming. I'm not sure I can go the whole way and delete the game from my computer, but I'm determined not to play today. One step at a time.
And my writing prompt for today comes from a speech last night that made me cry with laughter and it's treading the wrong red carpet.