Sleet pajamas

It’s sleeting, I’m in pajamas, hence the title.

Went to refuge recovery this morning, I LOVE that meeting!!  (A different) Jesse and I are working to set up a mid-week meeting. The one now is the only one south of Champaign, and it’s always packed.

Janie is here, my Magic Couch has once again worked it’s spell and put her to sleep. Everyone always says my place is “cozy” and “easy to relax in.”  Which is good – I’d hate for guests to be uncomfortable here.

Lord, my whole life is filled with jess/ies. There’s my ex, my son, rehab Jesse, my great nephew Jesse, and a guy I dated briefly that my sister is currently hooking up with Jesse. 🙄. I can’t escape!   Even steve’s ex-stepdaughter is named Jessie

i have to quit smoking before the surgeon will repair my hernia.  I’m not doing so good at quitting – I guess I need to approach this like alcohol.  I’m not looking forward to it, but I know o really it’s the best thing I can do for myself.  Just don’t pressure me, ok?  I’ve got to do this my way, or I won’t do it at all.  Ugh.

Janie’s still asleep!  It’s been a solid 3 hours  She’s still breathing (hey, it’s janie, 2 weekends ago she tried to off herself here, you think I’m not checking for signs of life?!?!) so that’s good. And part of the issue a couple weeks ago was extended extreme lack of sleep, so I’m all for her snoozing away.

2 clocks left to reset.  Might as well get in that now!  Chicken in some way/shape/form for dinner.

“Sometimes life’s so much cooler when you just don’t know any better and all the painful lessons have not hammered your head open yet.”  -Anthony Kiedis 

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