13,220 Days Alive
36 Weeks into 2021
78 Days Until My Trip
10 Weeks + 1 Day To Finish Papa Tom’s Buffalo Plaid Blanket
I miss Chicago. I really do. I miss the coming of the cold, the changing of the seasons. And actual sweater weather.
Work was… difficult today. I had the hardest time trying to focus on what I should because I’m worried about DW. His dad has developed blood clots in his lungs and I’m terrified he’s going to pass. It would devastate DW. So I’m praying and lighting candles and thinking all the healing thoughts I can.
I posted chapter three of Crows at the Crossroads today! Not my normal Sunday posting, but I hope some enjoy it.
Laundry day again today. Trying to get it all done and organized.
I’m emotionally scattered right now. Still singing the song that Reffie riffed for me last weekend because I’m still terrified of being homeless. But it’s going to be okay.
I’m gonna be okay. I’m not okay right now, but I couldn’t tell you why.
I’m going to bed. My head hurts.
Take your meds, folks.
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