Welcome! If you have stumbled to this profile, please take off your shoes, relax, and enjoy the sheer madness of my life. There’s art, photography, poetry, and my life splayed out for all to see like a high-school frog dissection. 🤪. “Don’t follow me, I don’t know where I’m

I’m home. Took the ferry back so I didn’t have to drive I-5, which I loathe. I wish the ferries were more reliable. Anyway…let’s all hide in my car in the garage for now. That way I don’t have to go do stuff yet.

Nope. Can’t. Anyway. He is dropped off and I got him through security and to his gate. Headed home to collapse. Wait no. I have to pack for Oregon. FML

Wordle 1,514 2/6. 🟩🟨⬛⬛⬛.🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩.

Up and at ‘em, I guess.

I’ll say prayers shortly, offer up the sorrow, and even my headache, as redemptive suffering for others, and try to get my mind right for this day. 🌹🌹🌹.

Awake. Hurting. Headache. Nightmares. Grumpy AF about that. 3.5 hours until my alarm goes off. Gonna try to stand down. Wish me luck! 🍀.

I’m grateful for the summer with Eric, for my opportunity for real healing in Oregon, for my friends, my husband, my doctor, my faith, my home and my life. It’s enough. Everything feels too big, too hard, too raw right now. I cried in between everything today so much that my

In the end, it was two hours late, and the cornbread needed reheating, but the extra time had them talking doctor who like proper fan boys and made my heart glad. Everything tasted fine and Eric even got a little misty because I did this and did the dishes for him. I’m gonna

Improvised. Thank you Dominos’s for putting bbq sauce cups in every order of wings we ever got. 🤪 That was hella helpful.

So much for making a happy last dinner for him. 😭. Gonna go improvise now.

For the first time ever @Instacart has given me three shoppers, no understanding of why, no order delivered, and it’s been an hour and change. Things like this only happen to me when I’m upset. Collapsing wave functions. Everywhere.

RT @softheavens:

Half way there. Now we wait on Instacart to bring the BBQ sauce I forgot.

Well then. The psychic cats decided they know what’s happening here, and decided to pee on my suitcase. My life has entered the theatre of the absurd. Now we laugh.

Time to cook dinner. On the menu: “Cheater Meal”. BBQ sausage.Corn bread.Mama’s Cole slaw.Collard greens.Blackberry Cobbler .Sweet tea. I can do this. I’m made of the stuff of mountains. One foot in front of the other. It’s called cheater because it’s easy. Riiiiiiiiiight.

I hate real estate. For the record. It’s a brutal business. It’s Sunday afternoon and we are writing a counter offer.

I won two games in a row. Odo got in on the action and batted a die around in the cabinet. I made coffee punch just for Eric because he asked. He is packed now and currently playing piano, while we talk to the broker, which is rather not be doing. Last things…

Doesn’t help. I’ve been exactly who I am for decades, out loud and in person and online. I have communicated. I still do. Everything still hurts.

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Please. Yes. More. Of. THIS.