lord byron

so the project may work and it may turn out to be lovely. i hope so.
clean house(thank you,simon), clearing my head, great yoga this am. hoping to read a bit.
we are going for a walk in a bit.
gonna make a white trash tuna cassarole for dinner tonight.

wish there was a fountain of wisdom that i could tap out here, but it just does not exist. residual sadness and traces of anger from last week. aint that pretty at all.

we are both really working on it though - with sincerity. with compassion and thoughtfulness. can we come back from the crumbling edge?