Three days until the final. Trying to keep the stress at bay but I can feel it creeping. It was so good to see Dad and Paula this weekend. We had a ridiculously good dinner at a place downtown, Red Tavern or something? They sold the finest Portland tap water, filtered, for $5 a bottle. We stuck to the less fine free tap water that must be from a different water main, one that is not gold-plated. I miss family so much but I miss everything about my old life, like having one. It's seriously a hostage situation with probation. There is no room for anything else. This tiny, drafty house has seen more of me than everyone else in my life combined. But, after I forced myself to clean on Friday I decided I like this house. It feels a lot more like home now. Or maybe that's just because the two bulldog puppies are gone.
Time for bedtime.
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