This is pretty much what’s keeping me even marginally sane right now, when I’m on the verge of losing my shit 25/8. The flowers, who arrived the other day, from a few fabulous boys in Indianapolis, came with what amounted to what I would consider an apology note for arriving as buds with a promise to bloom within 1 to 3 days. They made really good on their promise. Lola has made no such promises, but then again she is a cat. However, she is also helping in ways she doesn’t even know. Still, every day I feel like screaming into the wind, the sky, and anywhere else that will listen.