Its a cold, grey Russian morning. Isabelle is hunting and barking as usual. I'm tired and down, as usual and feeling disconnect uhm, as usual. Anyway. Here are some good things:
We got the house!
Isabelle won't bark so much once we move.
There are white roses on the coffee table.
It's almost Thanksgiving.
Only five more days of the turnaround.
I can do anything I want today.
I think I need to read Gifts From the Sea or something, I just feel so stuck and not myself. I don't feel creative anymore, I'm lackluster. I think I need to go back to bed and wake up on the right side. Maybe I will.
Love, me
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