I keep waking up early and pondering my continued existence. 0/10 do not recommend.

It’s Friday. D is going to start his long journey home. He’s driving the 17 hours from Connecticut since he can’t fly. I’m worried about it, but he can’t sit in Connecticut for another week, so what can we do really? Fucking Covid.

My bestie is asleep upstairs. We didn’t get to have our hotel day, but we ended up having a fabulous time nonetheless, like we always do. I felt really crappy in the morning, so we laid in bed for hours just talking. Then we went to Cracker Barrel, which is our thing. Yeah – the food is mediocre to be sure, but we love shopping in the weird little store. I find such gems there. Then we picked up my ridiculous birthday cake (she spoils me). We ate pizza, binged Friends, and then we watched Get Out, which I had somehow never seen. Loved it, btw.

Today the kids come home. It will be good to have their presence in the house. Freya works tonight, but I’ll have Jackson here so I’m hoping we can hang out and watch a movie. I have a lot of leftover pizza and cake.

Oh and how is it almost August?