Day 1,815: Rough Day

Day 1,815: Rough Day

Today was rough. Feeling rather trapped and hopeless…nothing to do with Liz and I; that is rock solid. Nothing to do with health, or family. Those are also rock solid. Just feeling…I guess frustrated and exhausted. And like a failure. I know I’m not....
Day 1,814: Two Paths

Day 1,814: Two Paths

Two paths diverged in the wood… Here’s the thing about that poem: there are never just two paths. That’s what makes life so hard. There are always a multitude of possible choices, a plethora of paths if you’ll indulge me and keep that eye roll...
Day 1,813: The Present

Day 1,813: The Present

Rumblings in the Ho-Heinichen household about the future. Nothing specific, nothing planned…but thoughts. Dreams. That sort of thing. GOOD things. I had a very, very productive day today. I wrote over 1,000 words, which I’m happy with. I’ll write...
Day 1,812: Scritches

Day 1,812: Scritches

Coops has a really itchy spot on his back, right along his spine, that I’ve been scratching for him lately. What I do is put my other hand along his belly so that when his little leg gets going whilst I scratching, it doesn’t actually scratch his skin, it...
Day 1,811: Sunday Open House

Day 1,811: Sunday Open House

Today…I guess today was a bit of another recovery day. We had to run an open house for our building, which meant I couldn’t leave. I had to stay home. The girls went out to the beach along with Mike, and I took the opportunity to have a quiet Sunday. I...