Thursday, March 04, 2021
After my cathartic release yesterday, I felt better, or at least I was determined to feel better, which is something. Then more things came up. It turns out the State didn't exactly drop me, they just lost me in the lockdown shuffle, and since I tracked down the D.A., and got brought up to speed, I learned that a restitution hearing is still on the table. That's all about the criminal case, but it bears on the civil case. AND... I couldn't cry any more, so I went upstairs, did a Wednesday cardio, in the rain (it blows in on the balcony!) And then I picked up my sewing box and escaped into very small stitches and single strands of floss. Would anyone like to see some very small stitches? Please? Edwardian Farm, while I make hundreds of tiny stitches turn into rats, an owl, a bat, and a hen.