Posted inDearly Deported Family Work
Dragging.
Birthdays, routine, isolation, and fun in the pharmacy. And for the last time, THERE'S NO FUCKING MASKS.
Posted inFamily In My Head
Another Thursday. Another year older.
My birthdays are always a bit bittersweet for me. My morning wasn't great; while I liked my birthday present from him, my usual exceptional talent for figuring out what he'd…