The phone rang. I checked the number: Mom.
‘Sorry, Kris, I think I dialed the wrong number, I need Solly’
‘It is me, Mom, Solly!’
‘You do sound very much like your brother today…’
No, my mom does not have Alzheimer, I woke up this morning with a running nose, popping ears, a sore throat and a very sexy (ugh) low voice. Yep, Common cold, what a lovely souvenir from Rome.