I had my annual mammogram this morning and rescheduled two medical appointments I had to cancel last week. Then I decorated the pussy willow tree in my living room with mail art.
I spent yesterday fighting the desire to crawl into bed. Now I'm going to take a nap.
Last week I felt as though I'd been hit by a truck. Today it feels like an expensive sedan ran over me.
Grief is a shape shifter.
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