Life (mainly #2020 ) is full of up and downs, ammmmiiiiriiight? This past week had a few downs for me. 1. The #debate. I refuse to say more about this. We have hit a new low. Pray for us. 2. #Dental work. I have had dentist #anxiety from an early age. It is back. Now it is double because I had to enter what looked like an Ebola isolation room twice this week, with people sticking their nasty #COVID hands from what felt like from my mouth all the way down to my damn toes.

Since I was young, mammmaaa always told me, "Eat bread." I swear, anytime I was sick to my stomach, had a headache, maybe a hangnail, she would throw a loaf at me and promise all would be better. Anytime I was #tired, #sick, got a bad haircut that made me look like Peter Pan, or even when I broke up with a dude because he started wearing a cross necklace that hung ever so delicately over his creepy black turtlenecks...she told me, "Go take a shower, you'll feel better." An