February has been tough, yo.
In part because I realize I am too old to end a sentence with “,yo”. Yet I feel without it the sentence, “February has been tough,” exudes a stoic adult-ness I do not feel about the situation.
But today I managed to buy prescription cat food online (Spike is a delicate flower, requiring not one, but TWO special diets mixed together to assure all of his output actually does, indeed, output) with just emailing pdfs and jpegs and not requiring me to speak to an actual person in person.
There’s hope, is what I am saying. Or perhaps, I am saying,
There is hope.
Because I’m an adult.