I could deal with the lost checkbook.

I could deal with the neck pain.

I could deal with staying in instead of going out tonight. Shit happens, and I had the opportunity to go out anyway. My neck hurts, and I was tired, until I read this… this thing that I can’t deal with.

How do you pick what you want of your parents’ stuff, so that they can note it in their wills and living trusts?

While going to lock the front door, in the dark, I stepped on the purple glass case (with mirrored bottom) that I keep my tarot cards in. It’s shattered. No wounds or blood. Thank the gods.

Maybe I should have some more tang.