The upsters terlet is working again with its usual gracious acceptance of the truly appalling hard pounding we give it. I mean, if you didn’t know better you’d swear we were teenaged girls we go through so much soap and toilet paper. But I guess you don’t want to hear about that, however amusing we find it.
Today is buy nothing day and I’ve managed it so far although I may not last the whole day.
54044 HOTM word count. I sent some to mOm but I haven’t heard back from her yet.
I’m feeling alone but not lonely. It’s optimal for wanting to write.