When I am insecure about my belly I remember how much I love pibis. It’s just so soft and touchable. I love her.

Anyway. I was craving butter chicken so I made some while I can still afford groceries. (I didn’t have cilantro)

Here is a very sick me with a face rash and a very rotund looking Pibi. I swear she’s not that chunky.

Sometimes a hike is needed so you can sob in nature a little.

I love and hate when I dream about Gert. I could have sworn she was in bed with me last night keeping me warm. Waking up to her not here was a cold slap in the face. I miss her every day. Thank you for being my best friend. 💕