Happy birthday, ma mere. I had a whole long entry here but for some reason it didn't post. Screw sit. The world is grey today and I don't feel like getting into it. I fought back the tears and hid them in the shower. I cried out Parler but the Pilot of this world won't answer me. Unsurprisingly. I'll have quite a word with Him once I cross the Bar. Going to a baby shower later (ew) and then to dinner with my mother and sister. Mom didn't want dad to come. That hurt when she told me. We got our Christmas tree to light up all the way. I'd take that as a sign, but I don't think the problems in life right now can be solved by simply plugging in a few unseen chords. To avoid the bleakness running into tomorrow, I guess I'll go take care of a few things to get through the next day alright. I'll be back later. On gray days like these, there is a comfort in white screens and black letters. Carrie