Dearly Deported

Good morning, my lovelies. It’s Tuesday, and I’m going in early. For those of you who are essential, like me, I raise my coffee cup in your direction.

“It’s been a long week,” she says in the middle of Monday.

I feel slightly accomplished this weekend. For starters, I cleaned up the kitchen. Sure, I messed it up again shortly thereafter. However, the fact that I did it in the first place was a step in a positive direction.