No brain yesterday

I realized that what was happening was that I was grieving, so I let Jeff know I’m at a low ebb and gave myself the chance to do that. I had a long soak and washed my hair and smoothed my footies, lit a beeswax candle, listed and grieved for my dead, wrote bad poetry which I won’t share here, acknowledged my other losses, made cinnamon buns, and lay in bed staring off into space (or watched the final game of the world series on DVR while staring off into space.) It certainly was baseball at a very high level in front of an extremely noisy crowd of Astros fans.

I am feeling much better this morning. I will contact Paul later on and ask him what errands he’d like to run today.

9728 Part II

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Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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