It's cold and sunny here. Most of the snow is still on the ground, so I'm trying not to look out the windows. Currently, it's 27˚F, but the windchill is 19˚F. In Birmingham, it's 55˚F.
All my Valentines who ever were, all of you are in my head today. I know the colors of your eyes.
No writing yesterday. I let myself get angry, and then I let myself get scared, which led to more anger. Today, I have to try and do better. I might have had a sort of meltdown on Facebook, born of having taken too much shit off to many assholes.
There was a very fine package that the postman brought me, though, a gift from an old and dear friend in Athens, Georgia, a wooden box of delightful and mysterious treasures. Thank you, Jules. I have a photograph.
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Resistance, Peace, and Compassion,
Aunt Beast