Man, I wish I was up north at the cabin day drinking on the lake rather than here, day drinking while packing in bursts between naps & sleep. We're loving that we're home for the long weekend and that the weather has been playing nice. I'm just overwhelmed as I try to figure out what to keep, what to trash, and what to take to Goodwill. I've been following that whole "if you touch it and it brings you joy" crap, but it just makes me feel like Dorothy in Return to Oz. Haven't seen it? I'll lend it to you. It's a grown-up return trip to Oz (don't let your kids watch it until you do). I'm so SO excited to have space, but today I found myself saying out loud, "It's going to be 3 people in a 4 bedroom house." Excessive. And another reminder that we're a family of three. -- Porch just came upstairs with a bag of remaining syringes and drugs and I wanted to die. Just melt into the floor. He's still talking a
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