Facebook Detox, day 2

Dear Walter,

I know you’re sorry you made my arm bleed this afternoon. Gravity is the villain here. We good.

I only thought about F-Book 8 times today. Twice I opened Messenger only because it’s in the spot previously held by you-know-who-book. I feel like that’s a win.

I avoided opening a couple of messages today in case the adorable photo opened up in da‘ book. Another win.

I appreciated you & Aero keeping me company while I started AND FINISHED a project! Again, my bad re: shelf tipping = claws in skin. The room is coming together. You’re a good project manager.

You’re asleep by the fire right now. Aero is asleep on my lap. He was not amewsed with my antics. If he wasn’t so hairy I wouldn’t make moustaches & halos!

My tummy really hurt today. Sorry about the abrupt subject change. ADHD + typing = SQUIRREL.

Back to my gut. It’s in a rut. That rhymes because I’m a nut. SQUIRREL.

My tummy. Let’s just say I was home all day for a reason. I’m feeling a bit better tonight, after eating a Hungry Man/Starving Shan dinner. It took an hour to eat it. If you hurry you can tip it off the arm of the couch.

I‘m hoping Paul comes downstairs soon. He works too much. He’s a good boy too. Love you guys.