So here we are --= 10:30 in the evening. Spoke to the Doctor today about my anxiety which seems to plague and push me like too-long hair into an overly small snood. Called Cheryl tonight to talk about and seek comfort about some things that are going on with me here at Grace Health Care. -- My sometimes present anxiety which loves awakening me at 6 A.M. or sometimes earlier -- loves bouncing me around on my mattress like rain drops on an overly hot 56 Chevy -- made worse by situational intrusions. Cheryl - -firmly assured me that she would have my back. I immediately felt safe and comfortable. Cheryl talked to me about her new wigs and somehow about her sarcastic response to a stupid interviewer when she was three years old. He asked her if she was married -- (remember she was three) and she told him that she was devorsed. (the spell checker in this blog program isn't worth shit) Remember, she was three - and she was already telling idiots to move along. I urged her, as has her husband, Jim, to get enough rest. The Chemo makes her tired - Cheryl's mind is always so active - as is her life. So slowing down and taking it easy is very foreign to her. -- I started some designs for new work. I need to buy some new tools and some new clay to work with -- On that certain level that most artists understand and feel -- I feel hope and joy. Tomorrow - good or bad -- I will start a new piece. I can feel the yummy expectancy -- even right now.
Lova ya to little bitty pieces.
"What if we've been trying to get to where we've always been"
Simple Math
Manchester Orchestra
Andy Hull (Vocals)
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