Not over. A pause.
A long pause.
So she can get her head in order. Heal. Mourn.
My stomach hurts.
I am managing.
This is not a bender month. This is a focus month. Time to let go and write more and breathe.
No guarantees on what happens in a month without communication. But we've survived worse.
No use losing my head for the next four weeks.
This is week one.