Syrup and Butt Wipes

My grocery list for today. Well, not mine. I am still avoiding public spaces, recovering from another bout of COVID. It is my husband’s grocery list. The grocery list I texted him. I also added “sugar” because I noticed the empty one-pound sugar package in the trash when I was throwing away scraps of scrambled eggs from breakfast. I am so grateful he is going to the grocery! But I forgot to put something on the list for dinner. Brain fog is REAL. Or maybe I am distracted by the fact I am turning forty-four tomorrow. That is SO OLD. I have gray hair. My belly and my neck skin are sagging. At some moments, I am desperate for plastic surgery. At others, I want to just eat an entire sleeve of the seven boxes of Girl Scout cookies I bought. I know I don’t have the energy for another case of the fuck-its, and all of its disastrous consequences. So, my present to myself is this website, this blog, my writing. I love you, 44-year-old Katie. May you keep growing bright and strong.