Regression

[stoutfellow]

A few minutes ago, the phone rang while I was on the computer. I clambered out of the chair and hurried to answer. (I'm more anxious to pick up, now that I'm not sure I can get the phone to call out.) I was limping on my right foot (the one with the blister) and holding my left arm (the one with the reappearing childhood injury) at an odd angle. I think I looked like someone cosplaying as Igor.

The Caller ID read "Tea Party". Wotthehell?