Welp, I decided to stay home. J and I made the trek up to Waupaca in order to both make ready his house for the party, and to pick up the essentials for my extended stay in Osh. When I arrived home, however, it became clear to me that I should stay. Tekoa (my husky) was making all sorts of noises when he saw us roll up, and became even louder as J and I unloaded and loaded wood outside. Tak was forced to look, but not touch. Coming home reminded me how much better it is here than in Osh. Nature, my mother, and Tekoa. Plus all my things are here, as well as more freedom.
I should note that I had no intention of staying at home until arriving home.

This, for the time being, is my fortress of solitude, as it were.

It is too bad that I’ll have to miss out on the festivities… But I have to protect my mother. I pray to Asclepius that I do not infect her. I will do my very best to mitigate the chances.

I wouldn’t forgive myself should something happen to her.

My throat does hurt, but less than it did a couple of days before I went to J’s. Plus I did rip the bong a few times, which is a known throat aggrivator. We shall see what happens. I do have faith that my mother could weather the storm should she have too. Though that may be wishful thinking.

I almost want to say I shouldn’t have gone to J’s in the first place, but the mushroom trip and all it entailed was worth it.
Clarity is King, and the mushrooms facilitated that.

The question remains: where does this end? When, again, will we be able to walk the earth without the fear of infecting our loved one? Perhaps never, to some degree. Perhaps this pandemic has served as a wake up call for many. Atleast, there should be a vaccine within two years. But along with that vaccine come worries of the shadow government’s tendrils grabbing hold. Will they impliment a tracking system with the vaccine? Is Bill Gates truly the kind hearted philanthropist we all hope he is?
By the gods, old and new, I hope so.

More or less, I promised to be making money at the end of the next three weeks. So the grind starts now. I have written a decent amount in the passed three days. A good start, atleast. It is a daily habit I will continue to nurture and grow.

This path I have chosen is not so easily traveresed, however. Writing “journalesque” entries everyday alone will not carry me to financial freedom. There is much work to be done. Luckily, it is work I am excited for. To some degree anyway… It is still work. But I like work. It is part of human nature, I believe.
So I should just quit being a b**** and get to steppin.

In the words of NLE Choppa “Walk em down.”
Great song of the same name btw. Bump it.

That’s what I’ve got for y’all, and myself, today. I encourage everyone to do the hard work. Move toward where you’d like to be.

Thanks for reading!