That’s something my honey says sometimes. It can refer to the way she or I look on a bad day, or to an item of clothing that has seen better days. Or anything that has seen better days.
Today I feel tore up from the floor up.
This week I did a lot of work on the book. I actually took a day off from work to write. Which felt empowering, if not stressful. I really like writing. Did you notice?
When I got back to work, we all learned that a colleague had passed away the night before after a long battle against lukiemia.I haven’t bothered to learn to spell the disease. I’m still raging against it since it took my friend Joannie. Now Maria’s gone. She was only 31. She had a little girl. That $hit kicks my ass.
Now my dear eggdrop is having a really awful time.
The only consolation… my wonderful neighbors have knocked each other up. And my babies’ clothes are out in the universe and they keep popping up on the web. But I’d really like to send some cute hand-me-downs eggdrop’s way someday, so can you people send some energy her way for those ten more eggs? Ultimately, we just need one good one.