Too cold. That’s it. That’s all I have. After the weekend I will be attempting WRITING. Maybe also before that. But less WRITING and more...
Not sure how it’s even Wednesday. Or what even is Wednesday. It’s too cold. Everything is too cold and I am going to die from...
I wonder if I will ever be both not “in crisis” and not “recovering from crisis”. What would not being in crisis for that long...
Despite my apprehension of going out in below freezing temps due to my inadequate lungs, I went out for groceries. I wish I had this...
It’s coooollldddd. I’m letting myself hide another day. Goodnight. This content is available exclusively to members of Ginny’s Patreon at $15 or more....
Every time we don’t see that dog for a while, I assume it died. And then am always pleasantly surprised when it shows up months...
View More