Chaos and Moving Vans

 So, I see that it's been a month since I posted here - SOOORRY!! Life has been upside down for the past month. You know when they make those "most stressful event" lists and moving, death and divorce lead the pack? Well two out of three ain't bad - throw moving and a passing in the mix together and you get a bit of an upheaval - but my success rat of surviving shit in my life remains at 100% - and I've emerged the other side of it and am back to regular posting. Stay tuned. . .


Day One.












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