Still hanging on, trying to keep all the shit inside my head and not let it spill out all around. Possibly last day of decorating at YD's. She's also alarmingly close to the edge, as is GS, knotted up tight as fuck. His grief is unbearable. But hey ho, this is the life we have been dealt, so on we go. YD is waiting for the internet before GS moves in with her. H will be back on Monday, finally emerging from the chemo-steroid fog. I hope to be more upbeat soon.

Grateful for: my kids; my friends, both here and IRL; my bed; my physical health; my age - won't live to see much of the fall-out of our disgusting politics