Bat Hour has been getting later. A few weeks ago the bats began their nightly acrobatics around before nine o’clock. Now they don’t appear until…
Thoughts from the edge of ordinary
Month: July 2026
Everyone simply… helped.
No one made my mess into my identity.
No one made me earn the help.
Every chronic illness has a beginning. Mine always starts the same way—with impossible fatigue, brain fog, and the stubborn hope that maybe this time it will simply disappear on its own.