My ex got the sewing machine in the divorce so now I have a fancy machine I'm afraid to use.
There are now sewing machines that clean your house and walk your dog. And they are very expensive. I was so used to an old Singer, I had no idea. Luddite that I am. I didn't buy a very expensive machine. Who needs a machine that embroiders, knits and coughs politely when you walk by?
No writers group tonight, whaa. I was up all night at a birth, so didn't think I could make it but I could after all. No more sinking into despair now. We'll have none of that.
The crows are making a damn racket in the yard. Must be a cat out there. If I were a cat, I wouldn't mess with crows.
I cured my anxiety by giving the Real Change guy a ten. He's got a job now, at the Good Will, part-time. He's got a place to live too. Maybe he can get his teeth fixed.