Uncomfy

I come to you from the comfort of my apartment, specifically my patio, today – where I have been since March 16th. My dog now has social anxiety and gets aggressive towards people because she’s been quarantined as well. We are waiting for Michael’s Covid-19 test results to come in because his coworker showed up … Continue reading Uncomfy

Second Chances

Oh the possibilities, right? Sometimes I feel as if I'm hanging on by a thread, and maybe I am. Hanging on to hope, dreams, the possibility of someday waking up and all of the time spent will be time *well* spent. That maybe things could be different. Does that make me hopeful or just plain stupid? Third, fourth, … Continue reading Second Chances