Thanksgiving delayed. Nephew has a slight fever. All festivities to be rescheduled for a later date.
The horrible, apparently heartless, anxiety creature that lives in my brain is gleeful. (I was dreading the big family dinner thing. DREADING. But still…)
What utter gall.
If this alone doesn’t reserve me a fireside booth in hell, I don’t know what does.
Today I am thankful that creature is not bigger inside of me, that I can tune it out. But the fact that it exists at all in me makes me nauseous.