13,510 Days Alive
5 Hours of Sleep
I took Cleo to Moreno’s Bakery in Brandon. It’s one of my favorite places to go when I’m in that area.
It rather felt like the beginning of a good bye. Which, I suppose it was, in a sense.
I got a gingerbread man from the bakery and introduced Cleo to the hot food selection. She loved the smoked Gouda macaroni and cheese.
I switched back to Esperanto on Duolingo. I just can’t really force myself to like Spanish yet. I’ll keep hopping back and forth so I don’t lose what I’ve learned.
I’m exhausted and it’s late and I was awake until almost five in the morning. I’m for bed.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 