The version of me between versions of me.
Home approaches
I gather the smaller selves
and pretend there’s one
confessionals
She has decided I shouldn’t be alone today.
I’m OK, mostly.
And don’t worry. The silly posts will
“Who’s that?”
It was the question I’ve been avoiding.
So here it is.
Then this happened.
"Who's that", she asked.
Routine checkup. She’s fine. The vet asked about her name. I told her someone else chose it.
Made two by mistake. Still happens sometimes.
Found some of Mabel’s old things. From before me, I think.
Actually, this is Mabel. We’ve been through a lot together. She’s helped me more than she knows.
Why no face?
I know it’s a little odd to keep posting around my
Why I'm doing this
I’m still not used to posting things.
Most of my camera