Exhausted ramblings. But I’m here.

So, Foxie Doxie and I are back home. He’s attached to my hip, and really? Really, that’s just fine. I want to carry him around in my pocket. Except that he’s too big. And he tends to squirm.

I have been rather authentic this weekend. Which is a nice way of saying I’ve been walking around crying and saying, “I’m just so saaaaad!”

And yes, I’m great fun at parties.

But I had a bit of an epiphany: I’m here.

I lost Mr. Wonderful. I lost his daughter The Ladybug. I lost the Geriatric Poodle. But I’m here. I am surviving. I’m here.

The Ex-boyfriend Formerly Known as Mr. Wonderful displayed traits that tell me he isn’t the partner for me. I was a positive influence in The Ladybug’s life while I was in her life. And the Geriatric Poodle is now finally at peace – he can see and hear and run and chase squirrels and pee on everything.

And I’m here.

So, fuck it. These things come in threes, so I’ve filled my quota of Shitty Stuff. And I’m still here, and if you want to ruin my life, you’re going to have to try harder and also come back later. I gave at the office.

Also? I am feeling empowered because I have a new laptop. She is chocolate brown and I have named her Godiva. Obviously, the world is my oyster.

But oyster or no, I am also emotionally and physically exhausted from filling my Shit Quota. So, I’m still here, but for the time being, I’m still here … in bed. But because I have a new laptop? I can do these things.

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