13,607 Days Alive
1 Plate of Nachos Eaten
I had Tex-Mex for dinner for my mental health. Today was stressful for a multitude of reasons.
It seems most of my Florida people got away with minimal damage and power loss. Cell service is spotty where it went ashore, so getting ahold of grandma was impossible.
Uncle Gator says she’s fine.
I’m cold and tired. I don’t have much else to say today.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 