this month is actively trying to break me down to my component parts.
i caught my nephew’s cold while the lot of us were doing errands before the funeral.
i’m on my second pot of tea. turns out i don’t actually like honey that much. wish i had figured that out when i was putting it in the pot. (i miss coffee. everything tastes stupid. my throat is full of knives.)
i’ve thrown myself on my mom’s soup-making mercies, which is very “how old are you, ninety-seven?” of me but yes. i am ninety-seven years old. yesterday the joints in my jaw, hips, and knees ached. here is the towel; see how i throw it in. except i can’t because of my arthritis. whine whine whine.