Tiny, Tiny Thoughts… – August 28, 2026

God, did I wear it on my face this whole time. Everywhere I turned I couldn’t put her down. Always another handoff. I hadn’t heard about her in years, and then she was dumped in my lap. Here, hold this, take in her whole life, everything’s golden. Blah, blah, gahhh! now it’s slowly petering off. Still very much there, but a little less each day. Why. Why does this feel so suffocating to me. Unfair.