My 16-year-old daughter comes home from school with the onset of a headache, not looking forward to several more hours of homework. She recedes into the kitchen chair like a liquid just barely contained by her own skin.
This reminds me: Mrs. Silvercrest
tires easily due to health issues. For a while she adopted as an email signature: "Every sixteen hours I turn into a liquid."
And as I reach into the refrigerator to pull out something that might build up her strength, she makes a desperate request that could, if fulfilled, put me in prison:
Wouldn't that only be a problem if the judge was a Trekkie too?