I write to keep up with my days.
I have a problem keeping up with days.
But even trying to write a post daily, I still end up not knowing the day.
I think that's either part of my ADHD or dyscalculia.
It's mostly
watching a lot of TV, playing on the computer, reading, or Badger goes
outside and practices her knife throwing.
I avoid the outside, I'm tired
of the mosquitoes.
There should be a bit of change tomorrow.
Badger goes to therapy, which gives me about an hour or two of a completely empty house.
That's going to be strange.
I don't think I remember the last time I was ever totally alone.
I guess I will get off of here, and go back to Hawaii.
Lucky for me, they have like twenty or so seasons I'm slowly going through.
A woman has to dream.
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