Oooh, my dear twin. Once again — our moods are well-matched. Perhaps not identical, but parallel enough to reflect one another.

It’s nearly 1pm — I finally dragged myself outta bed 20 minutes ago, made my bed, opened the curtains, took my meds/vitamins, and....laid right back down.

I’m laying here, wrapped in my robe, typing this on my ittybitty iPhone keyboard. I hate doing that, but your post warrants the effort.

Though I’d prefer you toss more honest words in my direction, you can fling your (c)h-air at me anytime you want — wether or not I tell you to ‘cheer up’ (which you know I never will.) Even if you hit me square in the head I’ll never judge nor scrutinize you.

I welcome your unabashed, painfully real, beautifully messy humanity. The more you share, the more I adore you.

Hope your papa’s alright. 🌺 Please eat cookies rather than bath-salts. 🙏🏼 I love you. 💜