i always hear that jingle in my head. i forgot to open page. i didn't get upset.
i was ready to roll this morning 8 am and tended to housekeeping. i'm proud of myself for new behaviors. if i want different results i need different behaviors. i'm not toting my backpack. i'm using the cart to transport. i'm saving my back. this program is doing weird things again. i can handle it. maybe it's just fry day 13. i'm learning to work around the glitches. i'm taking the day off- i was always at the beck and call of my family. despite the genetics they don't exist in my world today. i'm god's child. with god all things are possible. sun day. unopened 'fair life' bottled 2% milk 7/2020 good for over a year, carnation breakfast essentials 11/22/2018 still good in fridge. and blog switches font size. so i have to stay conscious of what i'm doing. i don't feel like going anywhere. for the first time in my life i don't feel like running away. nit was going to run away from home when she was 4. the 2 of us alone like always on a weekend living 1160 Lawrence station road. i knew there was no where to run no one to run to. we were isolated for that reason. i talked her out of it by making her sandwiches and agreeing with her. that was all i could do. i was 9.
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