Midnight and then some

I’m in a nasty mood. I’ve been sick for-fucking-ever and today had a coughing fit so violent that I puked. Twice. Yeah. This week was rough (new work gig; manageable but a tough transition while feeling this shitty). I miss my cats (long story; maybe I will write about it eventually). I am eaten up with worry about things that are utterly out of my hands. Holden’s sick too and seems miserable all night long, barking a croupy cough in his sleep every hour. Everything, including my head, seems like it’s in a bad spot, which shouldn’t be surprising but is. Always. Even though it probably happens regularly enough to track on a calendar. (Yes, I have an app for that.) I seriously just googled “how to not need love” if that tells you anything about where my brain is. The results are extremely disappointing.