Issa me I am kids. I am someone’s little girl after all. Right now I am off to a late start, listening to the coffee pot and at the table wondering how many more days until this can be an outdoor entry. I miss fresh air and yes it is still too cold to spend a couple hours on the porch banging out words.

This weekend the Daddy person finalizes his trip. There will be a date on the calendar. I need that date desperately.

The bidet sits on top of the toilet waiting for the roommate to deliver me a wrench, my skin care isn’t here yet, and I don’t know what day the incense will arrive but my subscription to World Tribune is back and that is step #2 of the plan for the day.

Step 3 is redo the outline for my class. I am teaching at my first virtual conference next weekend. I am actually nervous as fuck.

The random pings on the website aren’t resulting in bookings and I am back to the drawing board on how to make this work.

Yep it is a random manic post for the day, that is where my brain is at the moment. Now that it’s been almost a week and it’s kinda clear I haven’t killed the relationship I fought for it’s back to okay there are 300 things to do – today and right now and the panic which goes with it.

Makes me wish they would call me off the waiting list, but they haven’t and finding another practice right now is not in the top 10, maybe it should be, but I’ve got other shit to do.

I put something on the altar last week and I haven’t begun to work on it.

I miss his laugh and his hands.

I miss my munchkin.

In an exchange with the Daddy person in the wee hours of this morning, I got to thinking about Bonnie.

In an exchange with the adorable one I got to thinking about grandkids.

In an internet rabbit hole I found the solution to that which I’ve struggled with, build and expand, then realize HOW much work that is going to take and sighed.

This is the point of the program where I would normally say my brain feels like a bag of cats, but now that I know what cat in a bag actually is I want to punch yt people in the face.

Half a cup digested and my angst is soothing. Time to hit the bricks so to speak. Unless that also has a meaning I don’t yet know about. No I will not Google it today, too much on the plate.