I'm just going to make the sound of air escaping a tire slowly and that should explain my general state currently.

I'll mask up and wash up and go and see mother and her husband. I've been sick and I really don't want to give them shit but we also do need to see them. It's rude not to. It's now been several days. Sucks ass.

I've made some (modified) spinach and artichoke quesadillas and they're freezing now and then I'll package them and they'll go in the chest freezer.

We're suppose to go on a trip from the 17th to the 20th and I. I just. Do we still go? It feels bad to go. It feels like I'd just be a ball of anxiety the entire time. The hospital is taking care of him. But I fucking.

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