Coffee.
I woke up extra early this morning for no good reason. The glow on my phone said it was 5:30am and I had a “fuck it” moment and decided to walk Bella and get my blood pumping.
I finally saw the Doc yesterday about my hand and my suspicion was confirmed. Years ago, while in an argument, someone who was screaming that they loved me gripped my now-mangled hand in theirs and crushed one of the tiny crumbs of carpal making a patchwork just near my thumb. My body has tried in vain since then to reabsorb the crushed pieces but instead, for its valiant efforts, I now have a raging case of arthritis and a bit of a bruised ego.
I told myself for years I was just being a drama queen about it. Guess I showed myself, huh?
Also on my mind today: Donald Trump is a fucking traitor. I want some metal drinking straws since all these restaurants are saving the turtles by not providing them anymore. I bought a purse in my sleep but it ended up being cute so I’ll keep it. I’m thinking about going back to school for my PhD, or maybe a PsyD. The L’Occitane Immortelle cream I got for my face has worked some damned miracles. JD will be here in a couple of days and I hope we wear each other out with sex, cuddling, good food, and getting the rest of my big furniture loaded up and home to Atlanta.
That’s all for my happy heart this morning. <3