He’s in therapy tonight. I know it’s good, and I know it’s helping, but I just want to go home. Today was ok. Just now, my phone didn’t want to type out “ok”, and I guess you could say “today was.” We were chatting at lunch about how our days were going, and I told…
I’ve made it to Friday. I’m doing ok this week. At the beginning of the week, I told myself I wasn’t going to let myself have a bad week. Naturally, on Monday, I decided I couldn’t be happy and went down some mental pathways that are best left untraveled. Driving to work, I kept thinking…
Congratulations, my lovely friends, we’ve made it to Friday. Mr. Flopsy made an appearance in the yard this morning. We didn’t have to go to court yesterday. He called on Wednesday and they told him things had been rescheduled, there was no new date, and they’d be in touch. On one hand, it sucks that…