It is Tuesday morning as I write this. 2:14 AM to be precise as of this sentence. I am listening to Dirtmouth from the Hollow Knight OST on a loop. In 4 hours I will take Mom to the doctor for a check in and I will likely have a phlebotomy. My sleep pattern is in such disarray I’m not sure if I should try to sleep, or just keep going and sleep after everything is done. I slept for a large portion of yesterday because mom spent the back half of it working in her office so I didn’t feel the need to hover about and monitor her comings and goings. She has regained much of her former strength in less than a week, but I worry that she might get complacent and wander someplace on the property and trip, or something. I’ve never been someone who can just sleep on command. Being someone who can is something I very much desire, but I am not wired that way. It takes a very long time for me to fall asleep even when I am extremely tired and just about as long to wake up. The bipap has mitigated that to some degree but it has needed replacing for quite some time and doesn’t perform quite as well as it could anymore. Much like its user. That said, the doctor told me that having 5 apnea episodes a night was actually pretty good and not worth worrying about. 22 is apparently the beginning of the worry zone. Or something like that. I forget the exact conversation. Anyway, after our various appointments there is nothing in particular to do, so I could sleep then. In theory. I still need to do Friday’s page but I have a little room to work with. Of course when I’m down a pint of blood I’m not the reliable busy bee I might otherwise be, so I prefer to get ahead of that. At this point it can’t be helped. I don’t have the mental strength left to properly write the page, so I simply have to accept that and probably try and rest for 3 hours. Each moment I sit here typing a little more of that time is ground away. I’ve always hated the way living on a schedule throws the milling of time into stark contrast.

In the interest of being able to drive tomorrow I guess I’ll cut this off here. On Friday I will return with something resembling the next page. Until then, I hope the middle of the week treats you kindly.

XOXO
Jackie

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Oh, Mike
Patricia will sort you out, don’t fret…

Now THAT is customer service.

Yes there is another type of customer service in storage room, but this one has no risk of some.one questipning product hygiene.

I’ll repeat that for those of you on ascii: <3

I’m gonna need more pushpins and string, in assorted colors.

And now I hear a narrator: ‘Will Mike have to eat his words “you don’t really find a girlfriend in the store”, will he finally end his dry spell? Stay tuned for more Life Is What Happens Between Failures!”

I don’t have a link yet but I believe Mike said something very close to

“Apparently the love of my life doesn’t shop at this location.”

I’m guessing that at some point in the not to distant future Mike will be receiving a Hot Pocket, either from Bridgette or from an anonymous source. Then we’ll see whether the Narrator’s question is an idle or a serious one …

Heh, heh! :D
Maybe Bridgette’s threesome relationship, has now become a foursome?
;D

Let’s map out the polycule that is developing over there actually. Bridgette is connected to Mike and John. John is also connected to Victoria. Mike is also connected to Rulette. And Maddison seems to just revolve around the entire scenario, surely she gets pulled into this somehow.

Yeah.
How many lovers are in this group, now?