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August 2022
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As long as it’s not an oncoming train.

I am sore from climbing around in my eventually-to-be attic. I also had wood in my hair from brushing against the lumber and I was itchy from the fiberglass. I’ve since showered. We have metal crap in our eventually-to-be creek that needs to get cleaned out. This is making us :( but at least we can play and mess around back there and no one is going to get eggs-up eggs-up at us if we put in a tiny bridge for example. I will return to the land of the living eventually, but the husband and house and keeping my advisor for freaking out on me are all taking up the most hugest biggest chunks out of my life currently.

I have seen the light at the end of the tunnel. It’s called Christmas.