An Empty Shell of Me

I am a melancholy, drifting mermaid, bedded in soft seaweed, whose head has inexplicably been invaded by the Russian navy on one side.
The other half… dead.

Grouchy.

I am in a terrible mood. My head has been lurking in the 3-4 range for days, not enough to even lie down with, but enough to hurt. Enough to make every job, every trip back and forth to Zo’s nature camp or the store or the dog park, every run of the dishwasher or…