Cleaned out the fridge, took out the compost, ran a load of laundry, and abruptly made word count. Oh well.
No Alex. frown face. Tuesday, apparently.
Off to do a grocery shop this morning.
Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!