A new bed means never getting murdered by a broken spring.
I *need* my pens, guys. I need them a lot.
We had some visitors on our front step last night.
The *best thing* you can do for someone who suffers from an eating disorder is *reaffirm their personal agency and bodily autonomy*.
I am so lucky to have this wolf-dog in my life.
While the sun is devoured by Fenrir I will launch my book about wolves that don’t eat celestial bodies.
There is never a dull moment at this place.
I’m not sure when exactly this happened; I was too preoccupied with moving since late January to continue with my obsessive refreshing of the Tiptree website.
Some info about my book launch for Stranger Skies this weekend in Powell River.
Wisdom teeth have successfully been removed.
I feel pretty productive.