Today was supposed to be A-day where I met old friends for lunch. And, the path led to a cancelation of lunch, a change of meeting location, whereupon I learned information, regarding a terrific, horrific car accident. Then later, of others being stricken by badd things.
I have no words. I have no advice. I am stunned.
I am not writing anything else today.
And, I was worried about the fact that I have no resume, current, on paper.
Yeah, who cares.
Upbeat side? Butters is not stuck in the vent. Vent is semi fucked. Butters ok. Heat on, although a bit misdirected. And, I’m here, healthy, and cannot change a thing.
Gratefully, Marla Fucking Stone. (aka: Marla Stonecipher)
That is all. Love.