Now, all day today I have really been puzzling over the symbolic significance that both s9 and myself had fecal matter enclosing the exact same appendages within a space of a few time elements. How strange is that??!!!! (any1? step in here and tell me to quit overanalyzing!)
Thanks for the concern, Hope. I really didn't think I was doing all that bad, but today I went to write out my shopping list and ended up putting down: toilet food kitty paper So my mind is going too!
Detachment has been key to the sitch. When his email hit last week about '...my son... I almost threw the keyboard through my 'puter at him. (I may have been in and out of consciousness w/s9's birth, but I do remember enough that I am his mother!) So the detaching helped me process it through that I almost answered w/how is your s? i haven't heard from your ex lately. That gave me a chuckle to myself! But I'm not responding until I'm ready, and it's not time yet.
And you are correct, Gabe! (^5) Day thirty-two! Have you finished yours yet? T