Editor's Note

I sincerely can’t decide whether yesterday’s post was a helpful reconciliation or flagrant self-flagellation. To the point that I feel sheepish about it. But that little pamphlet that came with Vally’s ashes recommended writing a letter to your lost pet to help with any guilt and I’m willing to try whatever to help myself along right now. If the amount of crying is proportional to the amount of sadness processing happening, I guess I needed it. If not, then that was a whole lot of suck for no reason.

I did wind up getting a good workout in. Spent the time between sets trying to learn the art of the dramatic gym shot. Then stayed up way too late with Casey playing co-op Karnage Chronicles in VR. My mood turned somewhat. Despite the bleak tone of that letter, I’m ok. Still very sad, but ok.

Gotta lean into this manifest implementation project today and then possibly venture out to a brewery with nerdy-cute teacher this evening. I figure a Wednesday should be deserted, and the brewery is one of those big industrial warehouse spaces. It’s about the first unnecessary risk I’m taking this whole year, but damnit I need to get out and try to feel like myself for a couple hours. Maybe get a hug. I haven’t had a hug in…

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Quick - how do you make bleary tired crying eyes look normal in a couple of hours?

-M