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I hate that I am writing again under such similar circumstances. It’s 3:10 am. I have not been to sleep yet due to pain.
We survived the winter storms here, despite the attempts of our state government to bring us down. It was never too bad in our house, even with the rolling blackouts, because we have a wood burning fireplace. But my poor sister had a busted pipe and her apartment flooded a foot and a half. Now she is living in a hotel until they can fix it.
C has been working crazy hours. His job is plumbing adjacent - even though he is not a plumber himself his job has been affected and we have barely seen him the past two weeks. But none of that is why I got on here tonight.
When I was a child and sick with this or that my mother would make the couch up with sheets and let me sleep in the living room. She would sit up with me all night and we would watch classics movies. Those are some of my fondest memories of childhood. So as I am up tonight, and my pain doesn’t seem to be going anywhere, I think I will watch The Philadelphia Story and pray for relief/sleep.
3:10 a.m. - 2021-03-07