I’ve been scrambling lately. Lurching from one crisis to the next. Trying to staunch the cascade of chaos, the fall out of financial chaos related to the breakdown of my marriage, an ongoing health crisis in the family and my imminent divorce. The end — or the beginning of the end — is in sight. There’s a court date, thank god. I’ve been applying myself…
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