I need to take better care of myself.
As I find myself abandoning the Tree House I haven't had the spirit to stock my kitchen,
I'm just not eating well--not really eating much at all really.
I can't wait to get into the new place, and start playing house...
Somehow I am better at taking care of myself when I am taking care of someone else.
Well, off to meet the Boy at Club Love--and then a quiet night back here.
I want it all to be finished, I want to walk the dog, and make dinner.
With dishes, on a table!
The Tree House has boxes in it now, and I'm about to start pealing things off the walls.
I need a rub, and a good nights sleep in his arms.