The days are getting shorter. Halloween will be here soon. Then Thanksgiving. Then Christmas. Then we do it all over again. I used to love the holidays. I used to look forward to them as early as August. But I don’t any more. I wait for Billy to be upset and ruin the holidays for us because of that abusive witch he’s in a relationship with. Or was. I can’t say that I miss her.
I’ve been doing a lot of writing these days. Writing is my escape. And I escape many times during the day.