I don't know why I started with what seems to be free-form prosetry- my sincerest apologies. It makes me feel like I'm 17 again.

This morning has been fraught with awkwardness, and anxiety, in spite of the sunshine. I'm trying to revive my optimism, but if I had the choice, I'd pull my head under the covers and opt out of today. And no, I don't want to get into a choice/ free will rant. Baby steps.

My desk is so cluttered I can't see the formica for the trees. On the to do list.

With love,

The Ghost Hare.