In which I slowly melt into snot.
In which I muse about being other people and who wonderful it is to do, when I can feel free to.
In which I muse on the things I haven’t done, and try to think of ways to forgive or forge forward.
In which I try to give space to thoughts about not taking up too much space..
In which I recount the tale of getting my FATE convention game ready… And run out to time recounting what my time is consumed by.