Blog Lite
I hate that here in the last throws of this, my dear blog, I am rushing a post, not thinking about you as I write now; even while I think of your imminent demise, on and off every day now.
I hate that here in the last throws of this, my dear blog, I am rushing a post, not thinking about you as I write now; even while I think of your imminent demise, on and off every day now.
Today was a hello, (hello kitty Leo) to a bit of my old self; a self I might not have glimpsed for years.
And the countdown continues and I am feeling sad and unanchored today with the idea of losing this.
