There's this show, Alone. I tapped out on survivor island when they ate tarantulas, so I never watched Alone. Sis says, you have to watch the Australia one, there's a contestant with your name, but it's more than that, she's a You. So I watched it. 

No, I failed to be that person. Not the survive in nowhere part, not the understanding ketosis part, not the head of streaky curls - all that, yes I can see it. But it's the part about her lost child and best friend. Sadly, no.

It probably wouldn't have worked, your mother alone would have been insurmountable, and it's unlikely we would have stopped fucking each other at that point since we sure didn't (not sure we would make it a day NOW let alone then), but the point is I couldn't even try so we'll never know. It might have all turned out .... well, it'd be no Thing long ago by now and you'd be helping me figure out outdoor tubs and the kids could play. And THAT is what I wanted to say sorry for: I am sorry that it never even occured to me to try to be that person. 

And now I'm going to put that shit down. Gonna go clean the kitchen to my favorite doing dishes song (keep the boots on if ya like lalalaa). I got shit to do + ❤️ shit needing done.

storm in the city last night