Just realized that a.) my first book is ten years old & that b.) I, too, am ten years older.

I went inside a store today.

Blood sacrifice has been given and the wait to learn how bad my numbers are (I’m already resigned to saying “let’s check again in four months” because the last four months have been such a staggering clusterfuck) and whether or not I have rheumatoid arthritis (inherited autoimmune disorders FTW) but hopefully this time they won’t screw up the tests and tell me I had a positive COVID test after not being tested for it but I’m not holding my breath for hope to spring eternal.

I am slowing things down and it is wonderful.