Have I really been writing for nearly 50 days? One seventh of the year is over already. Time is so fickle and I think it’s the thing I am most afraid of. It dictates what my skin looks like, it takes life away from my parents… and I guess anyone else I love. It’s so cruel and necessary. Necessarily Cruel could be a great band name. That’s just what God is though; he is necessarily All. Everything from good to bad – which is why I am not sure I believe there is heaven or hell. There’s merely space where everything in between exists. It’s impossible to know, but I’m always thinking about it. That’s enough stream of consciousness now.

My day started slow. I woke up just before seven and made myself go back to bed for another hour. I chatted with my dear mother and even had a brief word exchange with my dad. I called my brother a couple of times which didn’t yield an answer. I called Sandi to catch up with her since my ability to get on the phone while working seven days a week has been almost impossible. I called Auntie P as well since she called me two weeks ago and I haven’t been able to get back to her, but she didn’t answer. JK called me back while I was cleaning which was good; we go to catch up a wee bit and talk about our upcoming endeavor through the Yukon which I’m actually pretty excited for.

As for my health, it’s alright. I’ve been battling a now three day headache and I’m not sure what it might be from. Can allergies cause headaches? I might be allergic to Elli’s new cat. She is incredibly cute though. I’ve been relishing in having a bathroom that’s in the same building as the one I sleep in and I am taking advantage of it for sure. Including, but not limited to: multiple showers a day, nightly hair masks and clay face masks. All tough things to do when you don’t have your own bathroom. But I am happy where we’re at right now. I know there’s more out there for us, but I’m content with the process.

I’m going to enjoy a couple more hours of “me time” tonight before bed. I love my husband, but I was born to be a single woman with her own single woman home.