After I was almost unresponsive last night and a friend almost came to intervene, I thought today was my last day at grandma’s.
For various reasons it’s not, and I have three more days next week, then I’m done and can try to regain some semblance of a life.
I could take it (relatively) easy till Sunday, hide and just try to survive. But I want more, Little Mermaid style, and I have impulses to eat healthy, swing Kettlebells and get out in the sun. So I guess let’s do that before one more round.