I Love You, Bee. Cheery Strawberry. Something Is Eating My Dill. May 5, 2020

Aaron’s alarm went off at 6:30 am and I did not fall back to sleep. 6:30 is now very early for us, when we went to a building for school, we woke up at 6 am. Later is better, although when we did get up so early, and the boys left for school at 7:20 am, it felt like I accomplished so much more by 9 am than I do now. Accomplish shmacomplish. Who gives a fuck. Sometimes I think I’ll get up early and leisurely have my coffee, eat my breakfast in the quiet, do some journaling. It sounds amazing. I just don’t do it. I am not a morning person. I will try tomorrow. I swear. Maybe.

I’m too salty to write anymore. I miss you. I miss froyo. I’m angry. I’m sad. I’m worried. I’m scared.

I am grateful. I hope you are OK. Let me know how you are. I would love that.

Sending you love.

puh-puh-puh