I’ve been reading Laura Foley. She’s pretty good. Also, lots of psychological pain. Saw my brothers at the park today, went with mom, whom I live with. They seemed well off enough. I worry immensely about them. Like, I’m in a state these days where a bad thing is around each corner and no one seems capable of living alone without grave danger except for “enemies”, whatever those are to boot.
Paranoia in sum. It’s super horrible, to put it bluntly, but I am fighting.
Mom still needs to read my second book.
I guess that’s it for now.