It’s nearly a wordless night. Probably too many feelings. This might be when I should write the most, but don’t feel up to it. I’ll blame it on the splinter I got at the tip of my pinkie finger today. It hurts to type.
So I’m not going to.
But I have such a good streak of keeping up each day I don’t want to walk away. Even if the words don’t want to come out.
I guess that’s ok. I’d rather them come out. Just like this splinter.
Eventually it will fester enough and something will come of it.
I suggested to my husband that I just go get the tip of my pinkie chopped off. (Along with all the other problem areas.)
At least it made me smile. : )