The meeting I was dreading for weeks and even losing sleep over is now in the past.

Part of me wants to collapse into a lovely uninterrupted 14-hour coma with snacks lying beside me to provide replenishment upon waking.

The other part wants to drive until I can feel the sun shine on my face because it’s been one too many days since I’ve felt her warmth on my cold skin. And perhaps stop for a new plant baby and a veggie calzone along the way.

Regardless the need to recharge is real and because of that the “do not bring your shit to my door right now” sign will hang high and written in crayon for those who are a bit on the illiterate side.


Enjoy the start to your week. I can finally do the same now.