Slept for 12 hours last night and am still kind of groggy many many hours later. Not a particularly productive day, but I am not going to focus on that. I have a lot to do tomorrow. Meanwhile, I am mostly writing now so that you don't think I've sunk any lower. I haven't. But not particularly chatty either.
Still adjusting to being alone for so long. And being without Albert who reminds me to walk. I'm not lonely per se, it's just different.
Bye for now. And thanks to all of you who gave me a shout out. Much appreciated.
And all I actually have to offer as a writer, is my version of life. — Anne Lamott
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