Monday, January 28, 2019

Day 93 of 14,600

This morning I was watching something on the phone and it slipped from my hand, hit my lips, and I bled a little.

Washed all my clothes.

Not feeling very good. Mom is not well. But she will be better tomorrow I expect.

Planning to wear my sweet, pink sweater dress tomorrow. Or maybe the frayed denim skirt.

Need respite and a good cup of hot, sweet black coffee.

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