One at a Time. Please?

Little overwhelmed since I got back here. Seems to be not much fun to deal with jet lag, a job search, grief, a custody thing, 5,000 mile move, missing Steve, allergies, and healing from a c-section at once. I've done a lot of crying. Seems this all has made me an extra sensitive sod; if you look at me wrong I burst into tears. So writing has been low on my list. Once my plate is a little less full, I'll be back.

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