Did it. Laundry is in the washer. I theoretically understand I dont deserve a medal for this, but it’s just one of those days.

Weeks.

Heck, all of 2018 has been hard.

My body hurts, loneliness is real, I’m stressed which triggers a boatload of things includingtrichotillomania, I’m scared of my manuscript, and the USA is going to hell in a handbasket [of deplorables … sorry, couldn’t resist].

But I have a load of laundry in, so that’s a win.