torn up

Leave me alone 

And let me sleep. 

Avocado. Salt. Line. 

Rib broth. With wine. 

Salad. With Ranch. 

Sun rise. With a view. 

Me with a cat. 

I keep slime in the car

So I can clean the dash

When I’m stuck in traffic. 

So. One year later. 

I’m tired. 

It wasn’t a perfect year. 

BUT

I keep my weight +/- 5 pounds

And didn’t regain. 

In the busiest year of my life.

I didn’t get sick  

-except for the vaxx- 

And I did good self care. 

My room has some cans

And I need to change my sheets. 

Minor things. 

I still am friends with my housemates

And didn’t have any major fuck ups. 

Yay!