goodfuckingday

guilty urge to brush teeth hasn't won.
the cancer has not set up house in dad's bones.
cousin of gramma-, gander-, chicken-, dog-, rolling hill farm-filled childhood contacted me via email.
networked (almost...c'mon...) a documentary into being.
gonna eat sugar for dinner, and homemade soup and rick's last post for dessert.
got three movies to curl up with and return tomorrow.

today--it's a goodfuckingday.