listening to Gotye’s Your Heart’s a Mess, having delivered biscotti to the gents at Gord-Ron. I was condoled with at having to clean up the sex trade worker mess left on our doorstep / bleaugh.
Peggy’s mum has passed away. She’s the eldest, so now she gets to sit with the full glare of her own mortality. I had been saving a very beautiful but somehow sad card… autumn leaves silvered with frost. Somehow apropos.
Something horrible regarding my church work has been righteously ducked, and I am so relieved I am practically weeping with relief. I feel really stupid though. None of us are walking alone even if we think we are.
