My dinner guest

Why do I even invite her? I think, as the ceramic dinner-plate cathunks as I set it not-so-gingerly on the lopsided wooden table, my mind pre-occupied as it runs through the seemingly mile-long to-do list before dinner. These visits seem to most frequently fall during bouts of unrelenting stress or after I see advertisements for tropical getaways…You’d understand if you met her. Though I hope you never do.