I had written most of a blog post, then Roby puked up more milk than I have ever seen her spit up and I lost it in the sticky shuffle. It was monstrous, and represents untold work done by Abby at a time when she’s having a hard time doing any work at all. She has covid, and I have the very start of it. It’s not as bad as I might have guessed, but I’m pretty fucking displeased about the situation, frankly. 

So that’s what you get, written with milky fingers from a head that feels like it’s filled mostly with cheese because of the covid.