People are dying.
I mean, we basically all are anyway, right? Yes. We all are.
But I’ve accepted that the probability of getting to do the things again that I wanted to do is slim.
And I’ll most likely never go to the places GDW and I talked about. (To be fair — that probably has more to do with me than him anyway.)
I have coloring.
I have books to read.
I have cards and presents to mail.
I have gardening to do.
I have 2am walks to continue.
I have horror movies to watch.
I have writing to finish.
I have the best fucking music to listen to and get me through.
And above all — I have to take care of my Mom.
It’s life, baby.
No one gets out alive.
So, as always, be good to each other.