My Life

I leave tomorrow for a trip, but I haven’t packed yet. Haven’t even done laundry. Haven’t henna’ed my hair or done anything other than walk 9 miles. Pray. Get the car washed, charged… and write to you. It’s 6pm, which means it feels like it’s 10pm and I grow weary lol. I’m actually writing this in my pitch-black bedroom- the overhead light blew out weeks ago, and I still haven’t grabbed a ladder (a ladder!) to fix it. It’s wild because I need light to pack, but appropriate, because it adds to the back-in-the-day feel of this daily correspondence as I tell you of my exploits. All I need is a lantern and a quill, and a horse saddled, ’cause we ride at dawn (to Dunkin’, probably lol)!