“Where’s the other one?”
I’m not the only one adjusting to Henry being gone. I think I’m getting better at pretending to not be bothered. My therapist seems to think I’m cruising along with recommendations of fortnightly visits.
Fine by me. Like I’ve been stating recently, it’s hard to care about anything without Henry. I’m glad to be checking in with the cult still. The insignificance of the rest minus Peanut is ineffable.
Also, I made the executive decision that I am leaving Queens. Queens would have been a good squatting spot for two puppies. Now it’s just depressing. I have an enormous house, with a fenced yard, which would have been great for two bouncing puppies. For just me and a little girl, not so much.
Well that didn’t last long blog family. I departed Manhattan for two months. Long enough by my standards. It’s my favorite place to hide. The intent of this page was always to be there anyways. I’ve enjoyed my time off the island as much as possible considering the hideous circumstances life slapped with me since.
Time to go back.