I'm literally shaking. Little shivers are running through me from time to time. I suspect I've just finally hit the bottom of the well.
This week has been one of the most challenging I can remember. Little crisis after little crisis, responsibility after responsibility, need after need have piled up with feather-like touches. Feathers should be harmless, right? It's worth noting that enough feathers can kill, suffocate, crush, just like any other thing.
There's more to write, but I don't feel like typing it. I think a bed and some cats are what is called for here.
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