"...the Smithsonian of loneliness.." (150)
We made it to 61˚F today, sunny. That, at least, is a relief. It looks as if we'll be in the high sixties through the next week.
No work today. Again. I was awake at 6 a.m., and I just sat here for two hours, hoping the anger and anxiety I woke with would get better. It never did. It has stayed with me through the day.
Kathryn went to Target. I stayed home. I have not left the house since the 12th.
The afternoon's movie was Ridley Scott's The Martian (2015).
There is so, so much about my fucked up life that I could fix if I could only get back to 2014.
Have a look at the Big Cartel shop. Thank you.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:41 p.m.
No work today. Again. I was awake at 6 a.m., and I just sat here for two hours, hoping the anger and anxiety I woke with would get better. It never did. It has stayed with me through the day.
Kathryn went to Target. I stayed home. I have not left the house since the 12th.
The afternoon's movie was Ridley Scott's The Martian (2015).
There is so, so much about my fucked up life that I could fix if I could only get back to 2014.
Have a look at the Big Cartel shop. Thank you.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:41 p.m.