It's another feast day and I'm hoping that yesterday's Sharts won't interrupt any plans I might have to enjoy with Beloved.
I also have to make some firkin plans.
Already, the Dunwannas are sinking in.
The gotta-gottas are making me feel guilty for having the Dunwannas and I have them worse because of it.
I managed to bork my wrists before I began today and yeah. Crawling back into bed is looking like a valid choice.
I soldier on. I try to feel better about things.