Avelyn is still sleeping. It’s past nine a.m. I feel like I’m in the twilight zone.
Blogging is such a peculiar thing. I write a semi-deep, introspective and vulnerable post about my insecurities and issues with my body and barely anyone says a word.
My feelings toward you vary daily. Lately I have been torn between marveling at your capabilities and cursing your tendencies.
It’s been so hard to find peace with you.
I had to use The Google to look up the correct spelling of hemorrhoid, you know.
The lights were out and I laid in bed untangling the day’s thoughts when I asked Steve, “Hey, have you heard of Freegans?”
“No,” he yawned, deliberately.
Avelyn has two new friends. She spends time with them every afternoon. Their names are Charlie and Lola.
I was at the grocery store last week and there was a pile of random dvd’s for $1.