Morning Pages

I still never really know what will happen here when I begin. I often change everything two or three times before I hit Publish. I always think these posts are sooo boring, and question why I persist, but yet I do. It’s like a sick compulsion. It’s like a job nobody hired me to do but I feel I have to do it anyway.

Crank Time

Here in Pennsylvania it rained. All day. G is so sick she sat on the couch and binge-watched DVR-ed episodes of Long Island Medium  and drank copious amounts of hot water laced with coconut oil and raw honey. She is really sick. I did 47 loads of laundry, went to the ATM, and to the … Continue reading Crank Time