Back to work tomorrow! Feels so normal.
Dreamt of playing basketball with a wet washcloth instead of a ball and it kept wrapping itself around my fingers and this made it really difficult to get it through the damn hoop as you might well imagine. Boring frustration dream.
My jaw is flaring up again but I outsmart it by taking very small bites of everything.
The house is full of baked goods because every possible emotion inspires me to make cookies and cakes and more banana bread.
I have not felt much like writing lately. I think this has been the longest time that I've not really been an active participant in poetryworld. I just want to draw pictures of bees and make pots and pots of homemade tomato soup and watch horror movies and take naps.
I am tired and my joints ache like crazy but I am oddly happy today.
Me, mid-July 2018
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