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Mostly cloudy today. Our high was 90˚F, with a heat index of 93˚F.
There are really too many disparate and alarming things in my head to even hope I can write a coherent blog entry. So, honestly, I'm not going to try.
I slept a little more last night than the night before, but the stress is not sleep's friend.
2022 is a year of anniversary's for me. It's the 30th anniversary (in June) of me starting work on my first novel, The Five of Cups. It's also the 30th anniversary of the end of a 14-year romantic relationship that I never talk about (but it was, I see now, for the best). That happened in May 1992. 2022 is also mine and Kathryn's 20th anniversary, on July 3rd. We met in 1999, but we didn't really make a thing of it until that date.
I look back, and I know 1992 was a terrible, sad year, one of the worst of my life. And yet...it was better than this rotten present.
Tonight, we get the last two episodes of Season Four of Stranger Things.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:55 p.m.
There are really too many disparate and alarming things in my head to even hope I can write a coherent blog entry. So, honestly, I'm not going to try.
I slept a little more last night than the night before, but the stress is not sleep's friend.
2022 is a year of anniversary's for me. It's the 30th anniversary (in June) of me starting work on my first novel, The Five of Cups. It's also the 30th anniversary of the end of a 14-year romantic relationship that I never talk about (but it was, I see now, for the best). That happened in May 1992. 2022 is also mine and Kathryn's 20th anniversary, on July 3rd. We met in 1999, but we didn't really make a thing of it until that date.
I look back, and I know 1992 was a terrible, sad year, one of the worst of my life. And yet...it was better than this rotten present.
Tonight, we get the last two episodes of Season Four of Stranger Things.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:55 p.m.