12,762 Days Alive
I didn’t end up going to the protest today with Cousin Kay for a multitude of reasons. One of which is I am afraid of dying from being tear gassed. I have pretty bad asthma, and I don’t want to suicide by cop. Also, it was storming most of the day.
But I found something else to do for the day, nap and crochet. I didn’t sleep well last night at all. I crawled back into bed after feeding the cats and finally slept until ten.
Right now I’m playing a game called Thieves’ Market, so I’m going to run.
Take your meds, folks.
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