If only it had an off switch; my mind. It is noisy and cluttered and I can feel it in my stomach and in my throat. I'm all one piece, after all. If I could disconnect, I'd be in a quiet, comfortable place. Alas, I am entwined, and so I must breathe slowly-deeply. I will get to quiet and calm if I can only breathe. Be still, mind; silence to this mortal temple in which I reside. May you too have peace and be blessed. And do not forget to breathe.
This ship is sinking fast-Jesse has no work and no call backs on job application; house hasn't had any bites; baby coming soon too. Cutting back, but can't cut back on heat and have to pay those bills! Hope is in short supply, too. Just don't know what to do next.
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