Rough days/nights--spooning and tearing into my addiction. Not good. Feel sick.
Until tomorrow. Went on 6 p.m. Pacific/California Zoom meeting tonight (9 p.m. Jersey time). Helpful rung on the ladder up. Bottom of ladder.
Until tomorrow.
An ongoing quest for the meaning of life. Does true happiness exist in a Tory Burch turquoise-trimmed sheath, a MarieBelle Dark Chocolate Croquette bar, a rose garden, a rocky Maine beach, a daughter's eyes, an inky star-sprinkled sky, hours of computer keystrokes that tell a story--or all of the above?
sending love, Alice.
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