The human heart was—and remains—a mystery to me. But I’m learning. I have to. —Anthony Bourdain

Life is short, week 29 of 52

Status report: ran out of mini cokes. Now have gone to sakto cokes. Woke up Friday night feeling like a limp noodle that got left in a wire basket in a ramen place over the weekend. Still not a hundred percent but feeling significantly better (but still on every legal remedy possible).

Here are the moments I clocked on mental snapshots last week:

1. Chester becoming my new shadow. Chester has always been the alpha bun — and very independent. Since we lost Chibi we have both found ourselves re-bonding with each other. He gets up with me to work, he asks for middle of my “night” cuddles, and he checks when I’m away for too long. While our lives are infinitely less colorful without Chibi, I’m happy he has found solace in my company, because he is mine.

2. Helping a bit. Night shift, among other things, makes me so much less useful to my parents, except for some things here and there. Last week I got to help a little, and being useful helps me balance my guilt. I hope.

3. My cousin’s chicken puffs. I think i ate 30++ chicken cheese empanada puffs as full meals for five days. They’re good, they’re easy, they’re made by family and I don’t have to worry about a lot of cleanup. Sometimes some things just make sense.

Song of the week: Love Songs Ain’t For Us by Amy Shark


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