Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I have so much to say to you, so much to express, but though the brain is working the transmission out, the organized language that allows communication is still dysfunctional. Hello, my love, how are you doing? It’s been a couple of days since I last wrote to you, so... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, The first thing I did today, as I opened my eyes, was to go shower. I didn’t even let myself think about it. The shower was not easy, I’m weak, and nauseous as hell, but I did it. I ate a piece of bread and took the last antibiotic meds,... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I wrote to you today, earlier, sitting at the desk. It made me feel bad. The antibiotics, as I said, are a very heavy dose, have hard side effects of dizziness, disorientation and nausea. Feeling physically bad made my mind clearer, though; it made me feel… safe, I suppose. See,... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I think something is broken in my psyche. I am not sure how to shake myself out of it. Nothing seems to matter. Nothing seems to be important. I am in a complete, all-consuming weird numness. I am finishing the course of antibiotics tomorrow. The dizziness, the inability to move... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, It was two days ago. Maybe three. Kids were at school, and I had just taken the antibiotics. My breath shallow and rapid. I was staring at the ceiling, but your image was to my side. I turned to you. “Go away,” I whispered. After 48 hours of sweating sickness,... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, This is not how I wanted to celebrate a month of corresponding with you. Though I suppose it is a week after anyway. I am not sure how much I will be able to write. I will do my best, but the medications are still keeping me heavily under, and... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I am back from the hospital. Still dizzy, so writing is an issue. I just wanted to say that I am not forgetting you.I will write more when I can. Love, Oxy. April 15, 2026
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I am not quite sure how to start the entry today. I planned to talk about the difference between blame and responsibility and how, in the last entry, I might have sounded self-deprecating. On that point, I do want to say that I was not. Look, it’s not that I... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I failed. I failed all of them; I failed Wolfy the hardest. She didn’t want to go to his house; she was weak with a fever. He didn’t even check; he made her walk to the car. Why am I letting this keep happening?! Why am I so damn weak?!... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, The flu has caught me. Kids have been sick for 9 days straight now. I don’t sleep well as the little ones often wake in the middle of the night for care. I collapsed completely yesterday. Could not move. Low fever, chills, nausea, pain in every damn muscle in my... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Hello, my love. Come sit with me. I made a fresh pot of tea. The day was rough. Spring break is behind us. I am so tired. I haven’t left the house in a week. A little cabin fever, yes. The pain is fine, I am used to it. The... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I want to believe I am not a small person. That I am above being petty and vicious. When my kids ask me things about their dad, the Water Dog Libra, I am honest. Be it the good or the bad, I try to be fair. He is a funny,... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Hello, my love. It’s 5:53 am, a Sunday and the last day of spring break. I woke after 5.5 hours of sleep following the rapid report I threw at you yesterday, and can finally sit down and write properly, explaining the terrain. The week is a little bit of a... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, It is 12 am. I have to go to sleep, but I had to take a few moments just to say hello, my heart. The days of spring break are hard on us. Everyone is sick, including me. High fever. No appetite. Kids and I are at each other’s throats... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I know it seems like I am complaining about my kids lately and how they treat me. And, yesterday, telling you about little Mycroft’s teen betrayal, you probably are primed by now to see me and my world as one of the righteous, resentful elders. So, today we will talk... Continue Reading →
