Dear Newton, I need an external force please.

When my mother visited she had a few ‘intervention-like’ conversations with me. One of the most memorable was the, “I’m worried because you have only two speeds: all go, and all stop”. It was memorable because all I could think was, “yep, that’s me”.

Lately though I have been more all stop, no go and I fear I am going to merge with the furniture.

Love ya,

H.