This is Moonpie the cat.

I literally haven't been able to write anything on my book since my grandpa died. I'm just staring at a blank page. It's weird because usually I write the most when I'm sad. I was cranking out chapters when my husband gone for work. But I guess this grief is different.

I don't know what to feel with anything that's happening with the government. There's the impending sense of doom, followed by avoidance only to get sucked back in when something else happens. I'm exhausted already.