Epic, best wishes to you mother, and I hope this means no more visits to the hospital for her for a good, long time.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
~ma, Epic.
K died one year ago today. I thought I was going to be okay, and then I wasn't. Blessedly was able to take day off. Just got up from a long hard nap, and now it would be good if I did things. Brain not fully awake yet, though.
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Lots of brackets for all who love K, smonster.
smonster, that's a huge loss. Be kind to yourself. I've been thinking about you, Heather, Nora, and Tom today.
Productivity-wise, the last load of laundry is in the washer, load #2 is in the dryer, and load #1 is folded and put away (or drying on the clothesline); I put a crapton of pictures online for Tim's dad; I emailed my client; I made the bed; and I washed the dishes. Still need to thaw some salmon for dinner, clean the bathroom, call the campground, take the trash out to the curb, and walk up to the library. I think I'll pull the salmon out and then walk up to the library.
Much love, smonster. Today marks seven years since ND’s father died, also. It’s a rough day for losing good people.
Many hugs to smonster and the Design family. Anniversaries of this kind suck.
I am down to four e-mails in my action folder at work. I feel quite accomplished. If only I didn't have 11 in my waiting for others folder.
Mom-care~ma, Epic.
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Oh, yes, much Mom~ma, Epic!
Mom ~ma, Epic. Wishing you all the best.