From the land of fever dreams

I have nothing to say. Or maybe I have too much to say but I'm just too overwhelmed to put it into words. Or maybe I don't feel like what I have to say is worth anything. I just noticed that all my text

I'm soooooooo exhausted. Today was moving day. 98 degrees Fahrenheit. Heat index 115. For those of you who only speak Celsius....it feels like the burning depths of Hell! Moving in this type of weather

Here is a list of my current grievances for your viewing pleasure 1. We have to move and therefore I have to pack Packing requires organization....and putting all my useless crap in boxes. I am seriously