Up and moving. Grocery store this morning. Therapy after that. Gotta move gotta go. Things to do. Feel like the white rabbit. Always late, always behind. Always losing things.
Worked on docs. Gave a webinar. Went to group. Blending together. What day is it? What year is it? I don't know any more. Two weeks until I go away. Check in with my tattoo girl. All is good. Just got to make it through one more week. Hold on. Can I hold on a little longer?
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