An even keel.

That’s my goal for Thanksgiving week. Rocking the even keel game.

No extremes of any emotion will be allowed to pass these lips.

Oh, I will no doubt think them and feel them, but this mouth will not betray them.

My mental gremlins will just have to play amongst themselves inside the next few days. Doors locked.

That reminds me. Got to frisk Anxiety for lock-picks.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe