Ugghh. I am sick. Congestion, tired, achy, fever, the works. Not testing positive for Covid. Just a cold.

yah, fall.

Writing while sick is like trying to hear someone talking underwater. You can see the words, but geeze, they are hard to grasp. 

Between everything going on here–between family needs, obligations to friends and work–I am sent in a million directions, but I also understand I am lucky to have all these wonderful people and opportunities in my life to take care of others, to grow, to be loved. However, that doesn’t mean I am not torn, especially when I am sick and I have my own creative deadlines.

Devin would understand the pull in all directions from the promises made to others and to himself. He, along with some other folks, make their appearance in this chapter.

I hope you enjoy. 

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