One of the issues with not doing this daily is that I lost track. I can still do basic math though, 20-9=11. Anything higher than basic I have to take my shirt off so I can count to 2.

It’s a Sunday morning, and this is where I would recap the week, or prep for writing group. Instead I am haunted by memories of 3 years ago. When the infatuation was new and exciting and the possibilities were endless.

I won’t live in them though, I have other things to do. I got some housework done yesterday. I adjusted a few things and the place has shifted again. I kinda like that, moving one or 2 things and seeing how it alters the whole feel of things.

Today I am going to tackle the bedroom then relax in the accomplishments. Instacart is shopping as I type and the coffee tastes amazing this morning.

I spend most Sundays with Iron Man. Yeah he’s stayed, and isn’t in jeopardy of leaving at the moment.

I can’t say he’s upgrade to boyfriend material but I like having him around.

The little one is planning some birthday special for me, and I keep telling her that it’s not necessary and she keeps paying me no mind. I adore that about her at times.

Our plans include a beach trip. In October, yeah this move was a good thing.

When the sun sets today, I will be at peace for the first time in a couple weeks and I am thankful for it.