The dog is acting weird.
I got very little sleep last night.
My son made up a song about taking out the trash, played it on the guitar, and sang it to me.
I give a fuck about the oxford comma.
It’s dark, damp and cold today.
Still pondering my one true sentence.
Wishing for poetry.
Wanting a smoothie & salad fairy (house elf, actually).
Questions about fear, and violence.
There’s not a single holiday decoration up in my house.
I have a Shrink Session still to do today.
Praying for peace.
And a good colourist.
I miss my husband.
Relishing the silence.
Craving the stars.
In all things, grateful.