Once Again, July 28th Is The Shittiest Day Of The Year

Without a doubt.

And once again, I haven't planned it well.  That's because planning requires thinking about it & I don't want to.

I want to be somewhere far away, where no one knows me. Where I can get room service so I don't have to see or talk to anyone.

Instead I am in Staunton wrapping up my part of the move. I'm trying to be brutal & purge some stuff.  But today isn't the day for that.

Yesterday I was sweeping my room and moved Frank's ashes to the head of my bed.  Last night when I got in bed, they were still there.  I left them.  Frank & I shared a bed more times than I can count.

Frank is never gone from me.