A confluence of losses, none of which involve my mother, came at me hard this weekend. Six months later: I still feel pain, anger, and depression. As I feared, I have been unable to move on; that has always been a curse I have suffered. I’m reevaluating my life so I probably won’t be around for awhile, and definitely will be less responsive.
Eighteen years and two days was a good run for this blog.
Take care of yourselves my friends.
I failed to solved today’s Wordle; my starter today was FINAL. Failure is a fitting way to end, especially with the irony of today’s word being one I couldn’t conjure.