It's my blog, I get to bitch.
This is going so slowly
I'm not sure I can stand it. I want her to look at the list of things to do. I want this to be happening. I want to get beyond having had a discussion about what might happen. I want to do this and work out the details with her.
I get to want.
Phew. Feels much better having vented since there's nobody I can tell.
Seriously, though, I've had a headache on-and-off all day, and a little stress twitch. This part is difficult.
And now I get to be patient and quiet and let this little flower grow on its own.
Or maybe it’s laced backwards?
18 hours ago