The number of family members I’ve had to remind that, yes, they are talking about you, is incredibly high.

“The Stars Are Dying” by Chloe Penaranda. I saw it at the library and thought it may be interesting.

It’s not a workday unless Sunne is asleep on my feet. (So she knows if I move)

Sunne does this whenever I’m reading or crafting. She’ll also put her head directly between me and the thing in focusing on. I know my object permanence is bad, but it ain’t that bad.