what day is it?

Nothing is working.

Including my eyes—too much computer searching. They hurt.

Also my wits. I’m at wit’s end.

where are you?

I have to find myself—and you. I’ve had a rough time with a nasty invasion of my privacy. I won’t go into detail but it was horrendous. I will take some time to recover, have had to get a new Visa, new bank cards, (with no online banking), some devices locked, on and on and on—all while I am trying to complete collecting my income tax papers for my accountant to figure out my return.

Too much. I am behind on everything including sleep and food.

I am not sure of the date, have to ask Siri every morning.

But I’m still here. I hope you are too.