Another weekend has begun.. with the precious minutes of daylight ever more fleeting with the change of seasons... and I'm surrounded by deafening quiet. I don't have local connections nor family in the new place where I've chosen to live.. so I'm left to ponder the onset of the holidays which I dread... capped off in December when I turn 65 and experience the one year anniversary of the death of my Dear One. It truly sucks to be "older", a tad bit neurodivergent, as well as identifying as kinky - a trifecta of seemingly insurmountable obstacles on the tortured path to making connections.

I really wish commercially available medically-induced comas were a "thing"... I'd take one asap and wake me up after New Years...