12,271 Days Alive
6,434 Books to Read
4 Crying Jags
2 Cups of Coffee
1 Story Finished for #FlashFictionFebruary
So, I have to be up in less than six hours to go to work, so this will be quick.
Today was a troubled day. My mind wasn’t in a good spot and I’m still struggling with the fact that I need physical therapy for something as simple as a tumble down a few stairs.
I’m also, slowly I think, beginning to mourn my father. It’s been almost two months and I’m just now… it’s just now become real.
As we unpacked, we came across his remains. Such a large personality condensed to a box of ashes in the end.
It’s hard. I hate it . I’m angry, sad, overwhelmed. I don’t want to feel this way. Hell, I barely want to feel.
On a more positive note, I finished my first flash for #FlashFictionFebruary! It’ll be posted in a few. It needs work, but I’ll retouch it after this month is over.
This evening was nice. Even though I cried like, a lot. We had Mays Alreem for dinner and the three of us talked and watched Forensic Files while both Spock and Peanut begged for food. Both Tinky and I are so damn mad. Screw the stages of grief. Entirely.
Hopefully, this weekend will be one of recuperation and getting shit done. I really want to close the pocket dimension to Boxtopia and get some board games going in this house.
G’night, Friends. Take your meds and hydrate.
Postmark Wonderland 