I hope I get over my ugly feelings, soon. They are beating me down.
This week, with any luck, I will get to work on the personal histories that are calling to me. There is no one else to do it, and I’m not going to live forever. So it has to be me.
What the heck...there are only three....
I hope you feel better, too!
The children are harassing poor Jake. We’ll head off to the vet as soon as I finish eating.