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I haven't lived in such a wet place in almost 10 years. It's a bigger challenge with a child and no car. It would be easy if we didn't live at the top of a hill. Oh yeah, and I'm still sick. But on the mend. No really. I am. You might not be able to tell, and sometimes I can't either, but I am. Of course, now Bennett has a cold and has been up most of the night snorgling snot and coughing, which means no rest for Mama.

I'm trying not to panic about the lack of work that's been done this month. I know the rest if important for healing and my mental health, and if those things continue to go downhill then the work will be useless anyway.

I don't have anything else to say these days. Each day melts into the next. A week feels like a month. But I like it. It's nice to float from hour to hour, not thinking too deeply, just existing. I'm not following the news, I'm not reading anything for school, I'm not trying to be better or perfect or awesome. I think this is its own revelation - the ease of just being.