I am a lone woman in the wilderness again. My husband has gone out to save the world while I save the leftovers in my fridge. After a few times now it has gotten easier. Ah! to the quiet time and planning all the projects I might start but never finish. There's nothing quite like being swallowed into the vortex of my self loathing. I'm sure my babies will save me as usual and give my life purpose again. Isn't that what we're all searching for in the end?
