I am learning new methods to transfer photos onto stuff. Nothing is safe in my house right now from being used as a surface to be used for transfers. The whole place looks like it is molting from one thing into another.
And, honestly, that is what each day feels like. Whatever yesterday was about, today is different. All I know is that yesterday I managed to justify eating Chinese food, Stacey chips and lemon Biscottis and think I'd kept it quite a reasonable day.
With a default “reasoning” mind like this, I have to molt into someone different every damn day.