PTSD B-day: conclusion, not epilogue

Well, the main part seems to be over. Some days might be more trembly than others, but this godsdamned week is almost over anyways, so I’ll get some rest.

Not today, though. Grocery run resulted in bread (now toasted), bananas, applesauce, renewed purpose, and the discovery that losing 6 pounds has done wonders for fitting into skirts.

Ike and I are eventually getting on an incredibly late ferry with breakfast and lunch packed. (Epic fog has been slowing down ferry operations.) And my small GPS unit has missed me.