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I certainly feel the beginnings of possible illness. It could be possibly just fatigue. Or possibly menstruation. Or possibly allergies. Or possibly a full-fledged fibromyalgia flare-up complete with feverish feeling. It is hard to tell these days. I am loading my immune system, just in case, with ascorbic acid, zinc gluconate, shilajit, apple pectin, and burdock. Therapeutic doses of everything.
Adam will be home later tonight. Just a couple hundred miles and he will be home.
Luna is curled up in my lap, every so often stretching her head up for a kiss. Jupiter has been taking cues from Rose: Climbing into my lap, spooning with me in bed, asking for kisses constantly. Rose, meanwhile, has been following me everywhere, demanding to know what I'm doing. The bathroom is always the funniest place to converse.
More yerba mate green tea. It is soothing and energizing and wonderful.
Adam will be home later tonight. Just a couple hundred miles and he will be home.
Luna is curled up in my lap, every so often stretching her head up for a kiss. Jupiter has been taking cues from Rose: Climbing into my lap, spooning with me in bed, asking for kisses constantly. Rose, meanwhile, has been following me everywhere, demanding to know what I'm doing. The bathroom is always the funniest place to converse.
More yerba mate green tea. It is soothing and energizing and wonderful.
