I'm hanging in there. Friends keep texting me to ask how I'm doing, and that's what I keep telling them: I'm hanging in there.
And I am.
It's the truth. And it's easier than saying: I am still just racked with grief about losing Olivia, but every day gets easier, because time gives us the gift of resilience, so that our hearts can go on loving.
To be honest, I can't think of a better way to honor Olivia than to keep loving tenaciously and abundantly, from a place of replenishing joy. So I am trying to do that.
We were able to fix my laptap with a new battery (yayayayay!), and our new washer and dryer have arrived, so that's a couple of problems solved.
I continue to loathe the Trump Regime with the fiery power of ten thousand suns.
I am grateful for my husband, for our home, for my friends, for all the times they make me laugh, and for Sophie, Dudley, and Zelda.
I am also, as always, glad for this community. Anyone who wants to join me in another enormous virtual group hug is welcome.
How are you?
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