For those that are new to the blog, and a reminder in general: when I get a little more personal in posting, posts are handled in a time-sensitive manner.
This means that after a while, I lock it down with a password. I’d prefer to have content filtering (such as with LiveJournal), but the Powers That Be seem to have decreed that password management is the future. You can always ask me for the password, but if you can’t be fussed, that’s cool. Probably better that way.
You might have guessed that this is such a post.
That said, FUCK. I wanted to write a lot here about what’s been happening, but it’s… hard. And I shouldn’t force it, because I don’t need to trigger myself if I don’t need to. It’s not all terrible, but there are parts I’m not sure how to explain without feeling ugly.
So I’ll stick to the nice parts: Cimmy cleaned up the kitchen, and she did such a wonderful job. My father helped me clear out more of the storage space. Dinner was delicious: stuffing with turkey, pork sausage, onions, and mozzarella cheese on top of acorn squash. (I have a wonderful ex-Voxer to thank for that idea.)
Damn. That’s about it.