I've had breakfast, and I've had caffeine, and I've exercised some. Getting back into the swing of things.
But it feels like I'm moving soooooooo slowly. Crawling into the places I need to go.
Meanwhile my friends are going through their own troubles and they're not telling me. And I want so badly to help.
Part of me recognizes that if I can't fix myself I can't fix anyone else. But the other part says "I don't want to fix. Just *help*. Just *listen*.
So if you're out there, L..and you know who you are, I love you like a sister. (::swats::)
And you, sieur..I look up to you more than you know. Gods go with you, love. My good wishes do.