Sunday Morning Thoughts: 4.21.19

The thought of there being nothing left for the day occured. Awful thing. I have since ignored it. At least for a little while longer. It is down to ragged scraps over here. Maybe always was. The radio rattles on in the other room. I didn’t turn it off. Just turned it down. It’s an…

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 4.14.19

9:46am Progress was made yesterday, despite the appearance of chaos when unlocking my door. Returning from work little more than an hour ago, suspicions were confirmed. The recent rain made a less than modest puddle on the kitchen floor. I need the fuck out of this place.