I’m back baby!
Kinda…still easily tired. Not firing on all cylinders. Didn’t get to write today till just now…but I did write. For the first time since I got sick.
Reading my book, you guys…it’s good. I don’t mean that to toot my horn in any objective way; quite the opposite. I mean *I* like it. Genuinely like it. It’s giving me a little more perspective, a little more confidence in my own current writing, trusting that I have turned a corner. I can do this.
Liz shared some really fun music with me that I’m finally listening to. We’re in bed together for the first time in over a week. That’s nice. So, so nice.
Being sick is really, really hard. I get why cultures have wished good health as a form of greeting or farewell for thousands of years. I feel very grateful to be healthy.
“I lost my sanity with my socks: one at a time. I barely noticed until one day I found they were gone.”
Sofi Tucker right there. That’s some dope shit.
Night