Church was quite unhappy making.  I got rumbly tummy from a deli tray, the speaker didn’t bother rehearsing or speaking clearly, all the songs were single stanzas so it’s like stand up sit down fight fight fight.

Then I come home.

There’s nothing left but the work.  It’s a good thing there is so much of it.

I couldn’t bear the cpap last night, I’m breaking out all along where the mask sits.  I’ll put it on tonight… I should probably check the water level.

Four hundred words yesterday.  It’s better, but it’s still no screaming hell.