tentative tipping

So much left to do, holy god whole houses fill with a city block's worth of shit somehow. But I went shopping a little today. I know what instapot I'm getting. I moved gumbo ingredients to the freezer and my last pound of butter. I ordered bedding in exuberient colors that don't match at all. 

I gained another few pounds. 

I don't know if I am ready to feel anything but the mostly numb acceptance that rolled in like a fog with my dad's death on top of everyhing else (broke me more). I take it as it comes. I am almost ready for a manicure, I think. I mean, while I wait to feel better, I could look less frazzzzzzled.

the laundry room - avett brothers la la laaaaaaaaaa 

intense live acoustic version and my goodness the beards (remind me I'm not dead)