Mom is back in ICU, not looking good, I’m afraid to jinx, somehow she has to pull through I’m afraid she will not, she was posting all seemed good and this morning her lung collapsed again, I wish I could smell a woman’s fresh cleaned washed hair, I’m cracking up. In more weak. Trying not to obsess worry, as I can’t do anything except pray to the gods or Jesus and the father son holy ghost. Focusing on getting my stuff off island and throwing stuff away, gots to buy some bins and keep composure. On my crush she never came back, just me being me anyway, but gave me a distraction, almost dmb enough to ask what happened to her, I’m a fragile work of mindful crap shoot. Oh it’s hunting season, maybe try and buy a rifle, anyone in Sitka selling a good deer rifle? They bought a skiff the diver and front desk to the chief, lucky dogs.
