Tuesday, September 30, 2025

Nova is sick. Medicaid runs out today. 

Both my daughter and I are already long awake, adulting our asses off while carrying that frightened burden right in the gut punched. She has a partner but he will be at work today. I am alone, with no choice but to finish this. 

It does not matter anymore who believes what about me, about any of this. That will never matter to me again.