+2.
I still hate me, myself, and the consequences of this goddamn disease. Yeah, it COULD be something other than a curse...
...and that just makes me madder, because it is what my society chooses to make it, and the people closest to me have made their choice painfully clear.
But I don't have a lot of housework, and there's some chips and salsa hanging around, and sour cream in the fridge, and I have two or three days alone with my Littles who I don't have to pretend anything for.
And right now my dominant thoughts are about pole beans, impatiens, and where I might be able to grow some hollyhocks, because they're really pretty and the mallow family is useful.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"